Page 41 of Cause of Action

“No problem, Roman. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“You too.”

“So, she lied to you about knowing Miles?” Julian asked.

“Seems so.” I sighed.

“She’s a very beautiful woman but incredibly complicated, bro,” Julian said. “She’s hiding things and lying to you. And for what reason?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

“Are you falling down the rabbit hole of feelings?” Parker’s brows furrowed.

“I’m more intrigued by her. Enough talk about Morgan. Let’s finish our game.”

After our game, the three of us headed home. I needed to shower, change, and head over early to the hotel to talk to Morgan before going to my father’s for dinner. Why did she lie about knowing Miles? Could I even believe anything she says? It was starting to seem like I couldn’t, which would pose a problem for me.

When I reached the hotel, I pulled my phone from my pocket and texted her.

“I’m on my way up.”

“You’re not supposed to be here for another hour.”

“I like to be early.”

I tapped on the door when I reached her suite. She opened it with a scowl on her face.

“If you think we’re having?—”

“I don’t think that.” I pushed past her. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” She shut the door and walked over to the window where I stood, looking out at the city with my hands tucked tightly in my pants pockets.

“I called Miles Bradshaw earlier. You lied to me.”

“You what? What the fuck, Roman?” she shouted.

“NO, Morgan! What the fuck to you!” I shouted. “Why do you keep lying to me? I’m starting to believe that you’re a pathological liar.”

“And I’m starting to believe that you’re nothing but a Goddamn stalker!” she shouted.

“Don’t worry about it. He didn’t tell me anything. He said that you’re a very private person and always have been. But I don’t understand why you’d lie about knowing him.”

She placed her hand on her forehead and stared at me.

“He wouldn’t have been able to tell you anything anyway. He only knows the things I told him back in college. Hedoesn’t know that I used to live here, and he thinks my father passed away from a heart attack.”

“What are you saying?” His eyes narrowed. “You lied about your father’s death?”

“Only the heart attack part. He was murdered, Roman. He was murdered in our home while I was upstairs.”

“Murdered? Who murdered him?” I asked with shock.

“The FBI.”

“Why would the FBI murder your father? Was he some criminal?”

“He was a brilliant hacker and private contractor for them. When I told you he was a technical genius, I meant it. He wrote a program that allowed him to hack into even the securest encrypted systems without a trace, including the CIA. Get in, get out, and nobody would ever know you were in there. He knew if anyone were ever to find out, they would turn it into a powerful weapon if it got into the wrong hands. The night he was murdered, he sat me down and told me that two men from the FBI were coming over to talk, and I was to stay in my room and not come out. He also told me that if things got heated, I was to hide.”

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