Same Time Next Week (Ch 52)

Shelby was obsessive, almost manic about checking the news and the internet the following morning. Not much had been said about the few minutes of coverage the night before. A few blogs and YouTube had picked it up, but blessedly, most had cut off the end. It seemed people were only interested in Rod, then Jackson, not the random woman hiding in the background. Shelby seemed to breathe a small sigh of relief.

"Told ya," Jackson said, munching on toast and sipping coffee at her dining room table.

"I had to see it for myself."

"Would it be bad if it ran a lot? I know you don't want to get into it-"

Shelby set her mug down on the table. "I don't want it to get back to Miami."