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ANGEL’S TRUMPET

(GHOST FLOWER, HELL’S BELLS, SORCERER’S HERB)

MEANING: DECEITFULNESS; DISGUISE; SUSPICION

CAMERON

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Going back to work after a full week of relaxing and having the best sex of my life wasn’t putting me in a good mood. I would rather be home with Ocean, doing anything else than wading through the PR mess that was the Extasis launch. The team had gotten ahead of it. Mostly. A wave of returns and promises to do whatever we could to make the problems right went a long way.

But it didn’t solve the source of the problem.

Everett texted me.

Everett

My office. Raina needs us.

Fuck. I hoped she’d gotten to the bottom of everything. My gut was unsettled with the worry of it. The three of us put everything into Zenith, and we did everything with intention. Yes, bad things happened, but this was still our hard work. I wouldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt to miss the mark or have people saying the things they were.

Cameron

On my way.

“I’m in Rett’s office if you need me,” I said to Oren. “But don’t need me. This is important.”

“This is about what Raina was doing?”

I stopped and turned around. Frowning. “How do you know about that?”

“She came and asked me to find and print a bunch of your correspondence about Extasis. She could ask IT for those emails anyway, so I didn’t think much of it. But she wanted them printed.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m not naïve, nor am I blind. Something’s going on, and you’re trying to find out what and why.”

I took a deep breath. Oren was trustworthy. Everyone who worked directly with us or beneath us was. The very fact that they had made it into that circle was testament enough. “Any ideas?”

“Yeah. But I’ll wait until you talk to Raina. She probably has a bigger picture. But I’ll try not to need you.”

He threw me a cocky grin before I left.

Everett was texting someone when I walked in, and Micah was on his tablet going through some designs.

“Any word from Aiden?” I asked.

“Thought we’d call him when we were finished with Raina.”

It was odd not to hear from the man for so long. He was usually very prompt, but if Everett had heard something while we were on the honeymoon, he hadn’t mentioned it.

Raina approached a minute later, her assistant following with three large binders filled with paper. She nodded when he set them on Everett’s desk. “You can go.”

When her assistant shut the door, Raina locked it behind him. I grinned. “I know we’re irresistible, Raina, but remember, we’re married now.”

She didn’t rise to the teasing bait like I expected, and that was the most frightening thing of all. Raina was always one for a joke and served it back to me on a regular basis.

“Sit down, Cam.”

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