Angel Academy

Chapter Seven

Niamh's POV

I sat at the kitchen table rifling through all the paperwork for the Fischer Murder. Looking it over, it looked exactly how I had thought. Her husband was the only person with any motive for the murder. 

I leaned back in my chair with a sigh. "I don't know why Ms. Fischer thinks it's someone else. The facts are right here." My phone began vibrating on the counter and I got up to grab it. The number wasn't one I recognised, but I answered anyway because it could be a potential client. "Hello, Niamh Harvey speaking."

"Hey Niamh this is Jeremy, the guy from the plane?"

"Jeremy? How did you get this number?"

"Oh, umm, your friend gave it to me."

"Friend?"

"Yea, the one at the park in Denver."

I sighed. "She's not my friend. She's a client."

"Oh, well I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner."

"No I can't. I have work plus you live too far away."

There was a pause. "I'm on a business trip in Oregon. Please, one dinner? I want to see that beautiful smile of yours."

I took a deep breath, thinking. Do you really know this guy? No but he seemed okay. So did Jack the Ripper. Yea but I can take care of myself.

"Niamg?"

"Hmm? Oh uh. Sure. What time?"

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"I'm so glad you agreed to come," Jeremy said as we pulled up to Jamy's, the fanciest and most expensive restaraunt in town.

"Thank you for inviting me." I smiled at him and he clutched his heart.

"There's that beautiful smile." I blushed as I got out of the taxi. I wore a blue knee length dress that clung to me in all the right places. I had my hair up in an elegent bun and I wore mascara and eye liner. Jeremy wore a very fancy black and white suit, and that smile that sent chills down my spine, of course. "You look lovely by the way," he whispered in my ear as he stepped up and laid his hand on the small of my back. We walked into Jamy's and the hostess showed us to our table. Before I could reach out for the chair, Jeremy pulled it out for me. I took a seat and waited for him to sit down.

I picked the menu up. "I love this restaraunt. My mother and I used to come here all the time."

"I thought you said your mother lived in California?"

I nodded. "She does. I grew up there, but my mother's work transfered her here a little over a year ago. She ended up retiring early and decided to move back to my home town and I obviously stayed here." Jeremy and I sat in silence as we each went over the menu. It was really awkward, and I wasn't quite sure what I should say or do.

Jeremy spoke up. "So you said Rosalie was your client, what did you mean by that?"

I frowned. I don't remember telling him what her name was. Maybe Rosalie told him. "I'm a criminal profiler and for some reason Ms. Fischer seems to think her husband- er- ex-husband, isn't the killer. She doesn't know who is, but she is persistant in her attempt to convince me that it's not David, her ex-husband."

Jeremy studied me. "Who do you think did it?"

I chewed my lip. "David is the only one with any motive, but something just doesn't add up." I sighed. "I wish I could discuss it further but I'm under client confidentiality unless absolutely necessary."

"Ahh, well, some other time then." The hostess returned and we quickly ordered.

The rest of the night flew by and before I knew it, we were at my doorstep. Jeremy stood on the bottom step and I stood on the top. "Thank you for the night out Jeremy. I actually had a lot of fun. We should do it again sometime."

Jeremy smiled at me. "Of course." I turned to leave and he grabbed my hand, turning me around and planting his lips against mine. He pressed me against the door, and put his hand at the base of my skull, pulling me to him. I closed my eyes and leaned into the kiss, deepening it, and opening my mouth so his tongue could explore. His hands moved to my hips and they burned fire where they touched. When he pulled away, we were both panting. "Goodnight, Niamh." I watched him walk away before entering my house and leaning against the door.

My finger tips touched my bottomlip, and I tried to slow my breathing. "What the hell was that," I whispered into the darkness of my apartment.

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Corbin's POV

Ms. Harvey pulled up in a blue Prius. She got out and waved. I waved back, watching as she pulled Heath out of his carseat and began walking towards me caring Heath and his carseat. He was smiling and looking around him excitedly. "Thank you so much Corbin, you have no idea what kind of stress this takes off me."

I smiled, holding back the snarky comment that had popped into my head. "No problem Ms. Harvey." She handed me Heath and I put him on my hip. I grabbed the carseat and baby bag from her and she smiled at me. "What?"

As if she were caught doing something she wasn't suppose to, her smile vanished. "Nothing. Thank you Corbin." She kissed Heath's face. "Have fun Gramma's Big Boy." She waved at me and then climbed into her Prius and drove away.

Heath watched her drive away and then turned to me as if expecting me to bring her back. I smiled at him, but it probably looked more like a grimace. "Guess what 'Gramma's Big Boy', you're stuck with me for a bit." He looked at me with Niamh's amazing grey eyes and it felt like he knew all the answers of the universe and could see every secret I've ever had. "Well, let's go inside." I turned and headed towards the house. I opened the door and mom barely looked up from the newspaper.

"I knew you had a kid out there somewhere. Did the mom get tired of it and leave it on our doorstep?"

"No," I snapped. "His name is Heath and he's not mine."

Mom stood up and walked to us. "It's no use lying. I can see you written all over him." She took him from me and I set his things down. "He has the same hair, same skin. He's an exact replica of you when you were a baby. Except for those beautiful eyes. Who's the mom?" She looked at me for an answer.

I pulled out a carton of orange juice. "Okay, first of all, he's not my kid." Mom rolled her eyes. "I swear it, and second of all, he's Niamh's son."

Mom nodded. "That explains his eyes. If he isn't your kid then why do you have her son? I thought she hated you." Mom set Heath on his belly on the floor and went back to her newspaper.

"Beth asked me to watch him for a few days so she could get some things done or something. Apparently she was babysitting him so Niamh could work and now I'm stuck babysitting him."

Mom sighed. "Damn Beth, always meddling in others' affairs." Mom stood up and grabbed the car keys.

"Where are you going?"

She scowled at me. "Look at him. He looks just like you. And how long ago was it that you and Niamh had sex? I'm going to get a walmart paternity test."

I grabbed the keys. "You are not. Niamh and his dad would be very upset if they found out. So would Beth."

"If his dad's around, then why are you watching him?"

I shrugged. "Maybe he's also working?"

Mom rolled her eyes and headed for the living room. "You're an idiot, son." I shook my head and picked up Heath when he started fussing.

"Hungry Heath?" His bottom lip trembled and he became teary eyed. "Let's see what Grandma packed you..."

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a/n

I apologize greatly for how long it took to update. Hopefully I can get on a schedule or something for you guys. Thank you for reading.

~Jax Nicoles