Page 46 of Shattering Nash

His best course of action would be to change the subject.

Nash circled around his desk, grabbing his phone. “Ace was able to set up a meeting with Inez for Wednesday evening.”

Oz smirked. “She’s making you wait?”

“Yes.”

Nash shoved his phone in his chest pocket and started toward the door. He expected Oz to walk out, but he remained standing next to it with his gaze locked on Nash.

“Have you set up a meeting with your contact in regards to Charley’s situation?”

Nash shook his head. “Still waiting to hear back. I reached out to another contact, who told me he’s on assignment and due back this week. I have a back-up if this one doesn’t come through.”

“How many?”

Nash knitted his brows. “Sir?”

“How many times did you reach out to your contact?”

“Several.”

Oz narrowed his gaze. “I want an exact number.”

Nash could’ve lied, though he’d made it a habit to never do that with Oz. In this realm, honesty was key, along with trust. Besides, Oz would read right through it. He’d already had his suspicions from Nash’s behavior.

“Eight.”

“You’re certainly diligent when it comes to the safety of Elodie’s employee.” Oz cocked his brow.

Nash had no response. It was important not to give the King too much ammo to use at a later time. Nash had learned of this a long time ago. Instead, he’d offer a reasonable and convincing excuse.

“I know how important she is to Elle.”

“And to a few others, it seems.” Oz walked out without another word.

Nash grabbed the back of his neck, tossed his phone on his desk, and muttered, “Shit.”

What the fuck am I doing?

This was not Nash. He didn’t get distracted or obsessive with anything or anyone. His head was all over the place and not in the right state when it came to Charley. He’d spent half his night replaying in his head every word she’d said before she left. She hadn’t been in her right mind, totally intoxicated. But he foundthe most honest of admissions resulted when inhibitions were lowered.

Fuck!He needed to focus on anything but her.Impossible.

His phone rang, and he walked over, glancing down. Unknown Caller. He answered on the second ring but said nothing.

“Been on assignment.”

A sense of relief washed over him, and Nash dragged his hand over his mouth. This was the call he’d been waiting on. He rounded his desk, taking a seat in his chair.

“Did you get the information I sent?”

“Yeah, got it in front of me. Not gonna lie, this one has got me stumped.”

That was not what Nash wanted to hear.

“How so?”

“Can you meet up in an hour?”

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