Free 30 Days (Morgan Family Series Book 1) by J.L. Leslie

last thirty days that Cameron and I didn’t have sex. I’d slept soundly tucked against him. His arm thrown over my body. His warmth against my warmth. I never should’ve stayed.
    One more day. I can get through this day. Then I move on. I won’t miss his touch. I won’t miss his kiss. I won’t miss his eyes. I won’t miss his voice. I won’t miss him. I just won’t.
     

Cameron
     
    “Here’s her resume and recommendation letters.” I hold the papers out and my father cocks his eyebrow at me.
    He scans over the resume and then the letters. I know he’ll check into it.
    Bryant Morgan doesn’t hire anyone without checking into it. That’s why I made sure the firms she worked for have all since closed. I also made sure the numbers I listed for her three recommendation letters belong to burner phones I provided Rhys, Weston, and Randall. They know if my father calls to play along and give Memphis a beaming recommendation.
    “I’ll check into it.” he states, firmly. “She can go ahead and start Monday. Set it up for Sharon to train her.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    I open the door, but stop when I hear him call my name. I glance over my shoulder.
    “She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she? Those green eyes of hers are just exotic. ”
    I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response. I walk away. He knows. Damn it. I should’ve known.
    “Cameron, are you coming?” Jim asks. I look at him like he’s grown an extra head.
    “Tanner Beasley’s waiting for us in the conference room. I’ve been looking for you.”
    The elevator doors close behind me and the meeting we scheduled with Beasley comes to the forefront of my mind.
    “Yeah. I had to meet with dad. I’m coming.”
    I remind myself not to ever talk with my dad before meeting with a big client.
    I can’t focus and Jim keeps having to ask me the same questions over and over. I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a deep breath. What was the question? Focus.
    “I interviewed the neighbors, but their stories haven’t changed from the night they spoke with the police. Both state they heard two gunshots and saw you run from the back of the house. You had blood on your robe and shirt.”
    “I wasn’t home, damn it!”
    “Then where were you?” I ask and his face grows red. “I don’t remember.”
    “We need an alibi, Mr. Beasley. Otherwise, who ran out of your house?” “The murderer! The man who killed my wife!”

 
    “Right now, everyone thinks that person was you!” I shout. “Give us your damn alibi!”
    “That’s enough!” Jim intervenes. He turns his attention to Mr. Beasley. “It would help your case if you could try to remember your whereabouts the night of the murder, Mr. Beasley. Typically, if a client has an alibi we can verify it makes our jobs a lot easier.”
    Mr. Beasley turns a cold stare at me. “I don’t remember.”
    Either he doesn’t remember or he killed his wife. I return his cold stare until Jim gets up and escorts Mr. Beasley out of the room. When he returns, he slams his fist on the glass tabletop.
    “I don’t give a fuck what your last name is or how entitled you think you are. Your behavior was far from professional and will not be tolerated. Another outburst like that and you’re off this case.” He walks around the table and snatches his laptop and briefcase up. “You understand me?”
    I close my laptop and stand nearly nose to nose with him.
    “Yes, sir.” I sneer.

Chapter 13
     

Memphis
     
    I stand in the elevator with my clothes tucked under my arm and my flats dangling from my fingertips. When it dings, I step out and sit my clothes and shoes on the floor. I feel nervous and anxious like I did our first night together. Only now it’s our last night together. Thirty days is over in a matter of hours.
    I walk into the living room. The apartment seems empty. Quiet. I don’t know what side of Cameron to expect tonight. Obviously not the one that greets me with a smack on the ass.
    “Cameron?” I