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“Of course she did,” I answer with a growl. “I’m not available.”

Myles rolls his eyes toward Rich, and they smile like they’re sharing some private joke. “What about your friend?” He moves his eyes to the hallway.

My hands are in fists, my stomach just as tightly clenched. “Be very careful, Myles.”

He raises an eyebrow. “It’s a two-person job,” he says, shrugging. “Your friend could earn a little something on the side. The IRS doesn’t have to know.”

His mouth curls slowly into a smile.

“It’ll be our little secret…”

Chapter 43

Cassidy

I sit on the edge of Ethan’s bed, drumming my feet against the base. I can’t believe Ethan sent me to his room like, like…

They were having a grown-up conversation?

I scowl at the bedroom door. It stands open a crack because it has some kind of magic hinge that won’t let me slam it. That was infuriating, because I wanted him to know how pissed off I was when I stormed in here.

Asshole!

I stare at the sweater I’m wearing, my stomach tightening at the red stain on the wool. Serves him right for treating me like a child.

Annoyed, bored, I go fetch my purse from his walk-in closet and take out my phone. I haven’t even looked at it since Friday morning, but honestly, it’s been a relief to be off the grid for a day or two. But I might as well go through my messages while I’m sitting here doing nothing.

Oh, yeah. Now I remember. Edith left me a few sweet messages asking if I was feeling better, if I knew when I’d be back, begging me to work a double shift on Friday…and then fired me.

At least there’s a final paycheck waiting for me.

I ignore the two missed calls from my dad.

Detective Lewis left a message asking that I call him, and then a voicemail a day later. He’s in hospital with pneumonia, but he promised me that someone would look into the Remington lead I’d found before the week was out.

Well, that didn’t happen.

I put my phone on charge before it dies again, and go put my purse back in the closet. I intend to head back to the bed, but I pause near the door, straining to hear what the men are saying.

Why are they whispering? I can’t hear a thing. Even when I creep up to the door, I can’t make out a thing.

Exactly how much trouble am I going to get in if I eavesdrop? I mean, the vibes I got from Ethan were more that he was protecting me than trying to hide something, right?

I can look after myself.

Easing the door open, I pad down the hallway, keeping my shoulder so close to the wall that I brush the wallpaper. I stop as soon as part of the kitchen comes into view, and strain to hear what they’re saying.

Myles says, “Remember Cordelia?”

Who the hell is?—?

His voice drops low enough that I can only make out a few words.

Heiress, husband.

Smith says, “She asked for you.”

This stops me short. She asked for him? What the hell does that mean?

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