Letting out a sigh, I dropped the photos on the table. “How long has he been having me followed?” I asked as my voice sounded weak.

Kyle cleared his throat and began talking. “When was this last picture taken, Mrs. Jackson?”

Feeling tears build in my eyes, I dug my nails into my hands. “Please, call me Sierra. I can’t stand to hear his name.”

“Of course, my apologies.”

I couldn’t believe Dodge thought I had lied to him. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turned to Mr. Walker and didn’t even bother to look at Dodge.

“The last picture was taken about six months before I caught my husband in bed with Lisa. It was at a team-building event for work. I have other pictures from that event, as well as a video I’m sure I can get my hands on. It will show that I had just made the winning goal in a stupid soccer game we were playing. Dr. Emmerson ran up and grabbed me and spun me around, congratulating me.”

Taking a chance to look at Dodge, I shook my head and let out a gruff laugh. “Had Robert asked whoever was following me where this was taken, he would have known I could dispute it. Honestly, it appears it’s not only Robert’s lawyer who doesn’t do their homework before they throw out accusations.” Dodge looked away.

Swallowing hard, I looked back at Mr. Walker. “The other photo, of us jogging together . . . we weren’t alone; it was a jogging group that some of the doctors and nurses set up. Elliot asked me to join them for a run and I did. The other photo, Elliot was dropping me off at home and was saying good-bye. He leaned in to kiss me, but I told him no. I’m guessing that’s why the super smart PI didn’t get a picture of us kissing . . . because we never did.”

“Are you dating Dr. Emmerson, Sierra?” Mr. Walker asked.

Shaking my head, I whispered, “No. But even if I was, Mr. Walker, I’m legally separated. Am I not allowed to date anyone?”

Standing up, Mr. Walker walked over to me. “Of course you are, Sierra. It’s just we need you to be careful. It seems Dr. Jackson is becoming desperate. He’s grasping at straws now if he is trying to pull affairs out of the air.”

Nodding my head, I looked back at Dodge. “Maybe next time before you accuse me of something, Aaron, you should ask me first.”

Dodge stood up. “I wasn’t accusing; I was trying to get answers, Sierra.”

Shaking my head, I took a few steps back. “Is there anything else we need to discuss before the hearing? I’m not feeling very well and ready to head home.”

Dodge’s father looked at him. “No, I think we’re good to go. I would like to go over some questions they might ask you. Prepare you for questioning,” Dodge said as he pushed his hand through his hair. I wanted to be turned on by the motion, but my heart was still throbbing from Dodge’s accusations of me having an affair.

“Sierra, are you free this weekend?” Mr. Walker asked.

Dodge began choking on his own spit. Good. I hoped he passed out and hit his head on something hard. “Dad, what are you doing?”

Holding up his hand to quiet Dodge, I glanced over at him and gave him a smirk. “We are running out of time before the trial and I really want to go over some things with Sierra before next week,” Dodge’s father said.

“No, sir. I’m totally open all weekend. No plans at all,” I said.

Turning back to Mr. Walker, he wore a huge grin. “Perfect. I’ll have my car pick you up at your house tomorrow morning around seven. You’ll be in Port Aransas just in time for lunch.”

My smiled dropped as I stared at Dodge’s father. Swallowing hard, I whispered, “Excuse me?”

Placing his hand on my shoulder, Mr. Walker gave me a wink. “Pack casual clothing and maybe one formal gown for dinner on Saturday night at the country club.”

Wait. What? What the fuck just happened?

Turning to Dodge, his back was faced toward us as he stared out the window.

“Wait, um, Mr. Walker what do you mean?”

Guiding me out the door, Mr. Walker started laughing. “You’re spending the weekend at my beach house, dear. We are having a family get together. It will be perfect for Aaron and me to prepare you for everything that Dr. Jackson’s lawyers are going to try to ask you while you’re on the stand.”

I glanced over my shoulder to see Dodge talking to Kyle. Looking straight ahead, I tried to concentrate on breathing.

Oh my God. I’m spending the weekend with Dodge and his family. How did this happen?

Oh Christ.

I’m screwed.