Page 9 of Indiscreet

“Liar,” I snipped. This was his typical song and dance, anything to avoid telling the truth. “You fucked her on our bed.”

“The way it all happened was a mistake,” he said, and it was the closest he’d ever come to admitting his affair. “When was the last time you wanted to have sex with me?”

My lips twisted. “Are you really trying to blame me for your cheating? I’m hanging up.”

“Wait, please,” he said quickly, his tone rapidly becoming civil again. “We’re past arguing…I just wanted to find out some information.”

I sighed. “You have the notebooks I kept. They are very detailed,” I replied. “I’m sure you must have them because I can’t find them.”

“You used codes,” he said tersely. “If you could tell me and maybe introduce—”

I twisted my mouth. “That’s never going to happen.”

“After all these years, you can’t be this cruel.”

My mouth went dry. Seriously? This was just going around in circles. I decided to take another route. “From what I’ve heard, Hannah’s father is well connected.”

“He’s being a hard ass,” he griped. “He wants me to work on it myself—”

I smiled wickedly. Too fucking bad. “I like his thinking. You should work on it yourself. I’ve got to go.”

“Christ, Gia, don’t be a bitch.”

I hung up and made plans for The Agency’s mixer.

I was ready for a change, whatever that happened to be.

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