Page 62 of Keeping Eveline

Eveline paused—was this a trap?

Gerald had known she’d seen him scrambling to cover the book up. Had he purposefully left the desk clean because he was testing her to see if she’d look for the book?

Her stomach roiled. Eveline glanced around to see if she could see any evidence that he’d set cameras up to spy on her.

She shook her head. Gerald wouldn’t do that. However, anything was possible with her boss.

The search was futile anyway. As much as she wanted to open his drawers to look, if he suspected she’d go searching, he could’ve rigged up something in one of his drawers.

Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this super spy stuff. Just because today hadn’t been a successful search didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try again.

Eveline gave the office one last look. Was there anything out of place? Anything out of the ordinary?

She crouched under Gerald’s desk. It was clear, but under the couch was a slim box.

No, it can’t be that easy, can it?

She straightened and stilled, concentrating on the sounds around the office, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. No voices getting louder as they made their way toward Gerald’s office.

Quickly, Eveline darted over to the couch and got down on her knees, pulling the box toward her. Trepidation bubbled low in her belly. What would she find in the box?

It wasn’t that deep, so it wasn’t like he could’ve piled up a lot of information in it, but it was large enough to hold a book and photos and other papers.

Pulling off one of her gloves, she grabbed her phone and activated the camera feature. Even though she was a novice in spy work, she wasn’t silly enough to take something. The plan all along had been to take some photos and give them to Kyle.

As Eveline had been looking around, her phone had vibrated, and Kyle was probably messaging her. She’d ignored it.

She had about ten text messages from him. The latest one was, Get out of the office.

Was he warning her off that Gerald was on his way back?

If she knew Kyle—and she was beginning to know him well—after her announcement about checking out Gerald’s office, Kyle would’ve left wherever he’d been and hightailed it as close to the office as possible.

There was no time for her to read any more of the messages, finding out what was in the box was her main priority now. Urgency filled Eveline, and her hands shook a little as she put the glove back on and lifted the lid.

She gasped. “Oh my God, he’s got pictures of Kyle and me together.” Somehow Eveline managed to control the tone of her voice so she wasn’t yelling. She’d said it loud enough that it could be heard and recorded.

The pictures were of the night they’d met. Her and Kyle at the bar. Him laughing and her leaning in to share a joke with him.

Eveline flicked through and found more pictures of her. Leaving her apartment. Standing out the front of Alliez’s office. A picture of her pressed up against the alley wall—when the hell had the guy who attacked her taken her photo?

Why would he do that?

Her stomach churned as she came across a picture of her and Kyle kissing in the SUV around the corner of the office.

What she didn’t find was the book but that didn’t matter.

What she’d found was worse.

Gerald was on to her.

It took every second of Ox’s Delta training for him not to barge into Triple Z’s office and haul Eveline out of there.

She’d cried that Gerald had pictures of them together. They’d been made.

Everything was a trap.

Fury burned the back of his throat. How the hell had he not known they were being followed?

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