Page 50 of The Breaking Point

“What? And how . . . ?”

Garrett grinned. “I have my ways.”

“Have you told Julia yet?”

“No. I’m not sure I will. She’ll just freak out.” Garrett shrugged. “I appreciated that Mac came out and said in that interview with his girlfriend that it wasn’t anybody’s business what he did in his bedroom. So if Brady wants to get freaky on his downtime, who cares?”

I sat down heavily. “The public will care.”

And I had to admit,Icared. The thought of Brady enjoying himself with other women like that made my stomach hurt. Mostly because I wished he would enjoy himself with me.

“Maybe, maybe not. But my source just had a sighting of Brady. No photo or video. So it might not have been him,” said Garrett.

I sighed. “Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because you and Brady are friends, right?”

I hadn’t realized anyone knew anything about us. “He’s kind of part of my family, I guess you could say.”

“So I thought you might want to know. Use the information as you will.”

“And what if I decide to blast it all over the internet?”

Garrett snorted. “Yeah, right. You and I both know you won’t.”

I didn’t know whether to be annoyed or amused. Garrett and I weren’t exactly friends, but we were friendly. I hadn’t realized he’d pegged me so easily.

After that conversation, though, I knew I needed to warn Brady. He needed to be careful. The world had its eye on him, and one more fuckup could ruin his career.

I texted Garrett before I could think about what I was doing.Where’s this club anyway?

Garrett replied quickly with the address.Dunno how you get in tho. Apparently you need a password.

I wondered how Garrett’s source had gotten in. The source must be a club member. I could only guess that this person didn’t want to give out a password that could be linked back to them.

With the address in hand, I went to a nearby lingerie store to find something to wear. I’d heard enough about Mac’s exploits to know that this club wasn’t one where you just went inside wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I got changed before I left the store. I’m glad that I’d worn my trench coat to work today since it was always freezing in the air conditioning.

I picked out a bra and panty set that was red and lacy, something I’d never worn before.What the hell am I doing?

I was doing research. That was all. There was no other reason that I was trying to learn why Brady wanted to spend his time at a sex club instead of with me.

I drove to the address, but when I got there, I wondered whether I’d gotten the address wrong. On the corner was a nondescript office building that seemed to house a marketing company and not much else.

I parked my car and frowned. I sat and watched, pondering my next move, when I saw a few people go to an unmarked door and knock.

A large man answered. And then the couple were ushered inside, the door shutting quickly behind them.

I knew I couldn’t hesitate. I went near the unmarked door and hid behind a dumpster, waiting for someone else to arrive.

I was about to give up when a lone man arrived.

“Password?” the door guy asked after the single guy knocked.

“Pineapple,” the man said.

I waited until the lone guy went inside. Then, with my heart racing, I decided to try my luck.

When the door guy answered my knock, I didn’t even wait for him to ask me for a password.

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