Grace for looking into it.
There had to be an end to the secrets between them, though, if their relationship was going to go anywhere.
***
“Wow, something smells great.” Jon sniffed the air as he entered Darcy’s house. “What are you cooking?” He dropped a quick kiss to her cheek and then he headed for the kitchen with Darcy following him. She had to smile at the boyish way he was acting. Anyone watching him would think he hadn’t eaten all day.
Darcy explained how Linda and Helen had stopped by earlier and dropped off some food, including the soup. Jon went over to the pot and lifted the lid to take a look. He sniffed appreciably again. Then he turned to her with a more serious expression. “How are you feeling today?”
Darcy nuzzled in close to him for a hug. “I’m feeling much better. Thanks for looking after me when I passed out. I just took it easy today. I’m back to my old self.”
She went to the cupboard and took out two bowls. She served up the soup and cut pieces off the bread and they sat down to eat it. Jon was making all sorts of appreciative sounds and Darcy couldn’t help but grin at him.
“What?” he said when he caught her looking at him.
“Nothing. I just like watching you.” The soup wasn’t the only thing that looked tasty, she thought.
Jon talked about his day while they ate and brought up the subject of the letter twice. Each time he paused like he was expecting her to say something. She kept quiet each time, though, knowing she had to bring up the subject of the assault with him, but wanting to wait until later. She wanted their evening to at least have one happy, normal moment before diving into whatever had happened in Jon’s past again.
When they were done and had cleaned up the dishes they moved into the living room, each with a cup of Linda’s special tea. Darcy was suddenly nervous at the thought of telling Jon what Grace had done, and what she had found out.
She cleared her throat as they sat down on the couch and she looked at Jon. “I have to tell you something.”
He put down his cup on the coffee table and sat up straighter. “Okay,” he said, a little defensively. “I’m listening.”
She started twirling the ring on her finger frantically. It didn’t help to comfort her at all. She said quickly, “I had Grace look into your file. I know about how you were charged for attacking someone, I don’t want there to be any more secrets and I just want you to tell me about it.” She cringed, ready for whatever his reaction might be.
To her surprise, he reached out a hand and laid it over hers where she was twisting her ring. “I understand why you looked into my file. It’s all right. No more secrets.”
She relaxed when she realized that he wasn’t going to be mad and then waited for him to continue. “I attacked a man,” he said. “A guy that I thought was responsible for Kyle’s murder. After he died and after I found him there I, uh, went a little insane. I was so certain it wasn’t a suicide, but no one believed me.”
“Why did everyone think it was a suicide?”
“Kyle overdosed on anxiety pills. They were prescribed to him. He had to carry those things with him everywhere he went.” Jon’s eyes got wider. “You know, I didn’t think of that. Maybe the thing that rattled in Kyle’s hand in your vision was a pill bottle.”
She couldn’t hold back her surprise. “I thought you didn’t believe in my sixth sense?”
He brought her hand up to his lips for a kiss. “What I believe doesn’t matter. You believe it. And I believe in you.”
Her heart melted. Not even her ex-husband, Jeff, had ever said those words to her. As she looked up into Jon’s face, a realization of her own bubbled to the surface. “You know, Lily told me that she’s on anxiety meds. That seems too much of a coincidence doesn’t it? Do you think she had anything to do with it?” Darcy shook her head. There had been so many false accusations flying
There had to be an end to the secrets between them, though, if their relationship was going to go anywhere.
***
“Wow, something smells great.” Jon sniffed the air as he entered Darcy’s house. “What are you cooking?” He dropped a quick kiss to her cheek and then he headed for the kitchen with Darcy following him. She had to smile at the boyish way he was acting. Anyone watching him would think he hadn’t eaten all day.
Darcy explained how Linda and Helen had stopped by earlier and dropped off some food, including the soup. Jon went over to the pot and lifted the lid to take a look. He sniffed appreciably again. Then he turned to her with a more serious expression. “How are you feeling today?”
Darcy nuzzled in close to him for a hug. “I’m feeling much better. Thanks for looking after me when I passed out. I just took it easy today. I’m back to my old self.”
She went to the cupboard and took out two bowls. She served up the soup and cut pieces off the bread and they sat down to eat it. Jon was making all sorts of appreciative sounds and Darcy couldn’t help but grin at him.
“What?” he said when he caught her looking at him.
“Nothing. I just like watching you.” The soup wasn’t the only thing that looked tasty, she thought.
Jon talked about his day while they ate and brought up the subject of the letter twice. Each time he paused like he was expecting her to say something. She kept quiet each time, though, knowing she had to bring up the subject of the assault with him, but wanting to wait until later. She wanted their evening to at least have one happy, normal moment before diving into whatever had happened in Jon’s past again.
When they were done and had cleaned up the dishes they moved into the living room, each with a cup of Linda’s special tea. Darcy was suddenly nervous at the thought of telling Jon what Grace had done, and what she had found out.
She cleared her throat as they sat down on the couch and she looked at Jon. “I have to tell you something.”
He put down his cup on the coffee table and sat up straighter. “Okay,” he said, a little defensively. “I’m listening.”
She started twirling the ring on her finger frantically. It didn’t help to comfort her at all. She said quickly, “I had Grace look into your file. I know about how you were charged for attacking someone, I don’t want there to be any more secrets and I just want you to tell me about it.” She cringed, ready for whatever his reaction might be.
To her surprise, he reached out a hand and laid it over hers where she was twisting her ring. “I understand why you looked into my file. It’s all right. No more secrets.”
She relaxed when she realized that he wasn’t going to be mad and then waited for him to continue. “I attacked a man,” he said. “A guy that I thought was responsible for Kyle’s murder. After he died and after I found him there I, uh, went a little insane. I was so certain it wasn’t a suicide, but no one believed me.”
“Why did everyone think it was a suicide?”
“Kyle overdosed on anxiety pills. They were prescribed to him. He had to carry those things with him everywhere he went.” Jon’s eyes got wider. “You know, I didn’t think of that. Maybe the thing that rattled in Kyle’s hand in your vision was a pill bottle.”
She couldn’t hold back her surprise. “I thought you didn’t believe in my sixth sense?”
He brought her hand up to his lips for a kiss. “What I believe doesn’t matter. You believe it. And I believe in you.”
Her heart melted. Not even her ex-husband, Jeff, had ever said those words to her. As she looked up into Jon’s face, a realization of her own bubbled to the surface. “You know, Lily told me that she’s on anxiety meds. That seems too much of a coincidence doesn’t it? Do you think she had anything to do with it?” Darcy shook her head. There had been so many false accusations flying
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