“What happened after you left the bar?”
“Travis…Mr. Kidd followed me out.”
“Was this the first time he spoke to you?”
Saylor shakes her head again. “No; he came up to me earlier when I first arrived.”
“What did he say to you?”
“He asked me why I was at the bar. I assure you, our exchange was anything but pleasant.”
“And when he followed you outside?”
“He asked me if I needed a ride home.”
“Did you take him up on the offer?” Irvin asks her.
“No, I did not. I hailed a cab. I needed to get out of there because the woman that he had been with inside was starting to throw a fit.”
“What happened next?”
Saylor sighs again before saying, “When the taxi pulled up, I got in but wasn’t fast enough. Travis followed me. I opted to get out, and before he could react, the cab was pulling away.”
“What else do you remember from that night?”
“The woman,” she says. “She threatened him. Said, ‘Fuck you, Travis Kidd. You’ll pay for this.’”
“Did you see Travis return to the bar?”
“No, I didn’t. I watched the woman get into a car and leave. Then I walked toward the direction of the taxi, but I never saw it double back.”
“Thank you. No further questions.” I look over at the ADA, and he looks frustrated. Part of me had hoped that he would bring Rachel Ward in to provide testimony, but Irvin said it would be a long shot.
“Does the state want to cross-examine?” the judge asks. The ADA rises but shakes his head.
“The state is moving to drop all charges against Travis Kidd,” he says as he flips the top of his file folder closed. He looks pissed, but I don’t fucking care.
“Smart move by the state,” the judge says. He turns to face me. “Mr. Kidd, you are free to go. Good luck next season. I’ll be rooting for ya!” The slam of the gavel has me up and out of my seat, racing toward Saylor. She’s in my arms with my lips pressed to hers in no time.
“I’m fucking free,” I say in between kisses.
“Yes, you are. Now let’s go tell everyone else.” She takes my hand and leads me out of the courtroom and into a small conference room where she and Irvin start talking strategy. I pull out my phone and text the guys, along with my parents and Norma, to turn on the news.
“You two kids have fun with the press. I’m going to go file our case against the state, and one against Rachel Ward as well for falsifying accusations. She could’ve ruined your career,” Irvin says as he pats me on the shoulder.
I want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t come out before he’s out of the room. Saylor slides her hand into mine and squeezes.
“He’s right, ya know,” Saylor says. “What the DA did is wrong. He didn’t have a case against you, and he let it drag on for far too long. We have a lot of damage control to take care of, so if Irvin can recoup your lost expenses, it’s for the best.”
I kiss her hard, not wanting to let go of her. “This is why you’re my agent.”
“And publicist.”
“And wife,” I point out.
“And sex slave?”
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