she couldn't do anything about it. With a sniff she walked in front of the screen and faced the camera, then Cole got behind the camera and snapped a shot. The bright light blinded her and she saw spots as he gently took her arm and opened the cuffs. She rubbed her wrists then he took her hand and pressed each finger on the blotter and transferred black ink fingerprints to a card.
He looked up at her and said with sadness in his tone, "Dammit, Karlie, why the hell didn't you just let Gabe bring you in? It's killing me to do this to you."
Karlie pinched her lips tight to stop the sob that wanted to escape, but the tears were another story, it seemed like once she'd let them loose, they weren't going to stop. Cole wiped a couple away with this thumb then took her arm and led her back out of the room, and through a door and to a gate with bars, where he put in a key and opened it then led her inside.
Panic flooded through her when Cole opened a cell door, and Karlie dug in her heels . Cole pushed her a little to encourage her to move forward , and she went inside and walked over to the single cot against the wall and laid down . T ucking her hands between her knees , Karlie faced the wall, a nd her body began shaking , as she gave in to the scalding tears forcing their way out .
"I'll bring you some lunch in a little while," Cole told her and locked the door. She didn't want food...the way she felt right now, she probably wouldn't be able to eat a gain until this mess was over.
She didn't know how, but she'd fallen asleep and didn't stir until keys in the metal lock of the cell woke her up. Disoriented for a second, she looked at the white wall in front of her, then down at the rough sheet on the cot where she was laying. Her eyes felt like they had sandpaper in them and she rubbed them, then sat up on the cot, and turned toward the door.
It wasn't Cole standing inside the cell, but Gabe standing there with a white paper sack in his hand and a soft drink. His face was blank as he walked over and h eld it out it to her saying, "Cole said to bring you lunch...here it is."
Karlie felt the endless supply of tears start again, and she'd be damned if she let this man see her cry. She laid back on the bed and turned toward the wall again, then told him in a watery voice , "You eat it, I'm not hungry...but thank you."
"You've got to eat...I'll leave it on the bench over here. Eat it when you're hungry," he s aid and she heard him walk away, then lock the door , before he left .
Gabe thought Karlie Upton looked about as pathetic and dejected a s any prisoner he'd ever seen. Guilt washed through him, but he stomped it down and told himself the woman was getting exactly what she deserved for what she'd done...and for making a fool of him. If she wanted to starve herself to death it was no skin off of his nose. But her sad blue eyes had lost their spunky sheen from when he'd encountered her on the highway, and he felt a strange sense of loss.
Walking into Cole's office, Gabe sat down in the chair in front of his desk. He didn't like the look on Cole's face either, serious and concerned. "You bring it to her?" Cole asked him.
"Yeah...she said she wasn't hungry," he told him, his hands gripping the chair handles. Dammit, why the hell was he worried about the damned red-haired hellion too? Because even though Karlie Upton had lassoed him and tied him up, she'd apologized and called help for him . And he had threatened to send her dog to the pound. That didn't make what she'd done right, but after he cooled off and thought about it, Gabe admitted he probably could have handled the situation better.
Cole looked up at him and asked, "You said she propositioned you? I'm about to call Judge and see if he'll set bail, are we adding solicitation to the assault charge?"
Gabe's lips ticked up and he said, "Well, she didn't come right out