Page 97 of Love Deep
“He’s a good one.”
“Wasn’t it such a shock to move to England?”
She shrugs. “Not really. His family is the best. They’re almost as much of a draw for me as Beau himself.” She laughs. “But I love London. And I get to come back to the US all the time. I’m living the best of both worlds, so I can’t complain.”
“I’m happyyou’rehappy.”
“Oh, and you know Gerry called me the other day.”
My stomach churns at the mention of my nemesis. “Really?”
“I know. He’s relentless. Anyway, I told him I wouldn’t meet him for lunch. I also told him I’m happy at Right Records.”
“That’s good to hear. That you’re happy with us.” I pause. “And that you wouldn’t meet him for lunch.”
She laughs. “Why would I waste my time? Speaking of, let’s start talking about the next album.”
“We should definitely do that,” I reply.
Before I can tell her that I’ll talk to Tommy and get the ball rolling, we’re interrupted by Efa and Bennett. Efa and Vivian squeal and pull each other into a hug.
“It’s been too long,” Efa says. “I miss you. I miss everyone in London. Tell me everything? Where’s Beau?”
“Remind me how you two are connected,” I say.
“We’re family,” Vivian says. “Beau’s brother Jacob is married to Efa’s sister, Eira.”
“I think I’m more confused now,” I confess.
“My brother-in-law is also Efa’s brother-in-law.” Vivian turns to Efa. “Is that right?”
Efa narrows her eyes like she’s thinking. “Maybe. It’s complicated.”
“It gets worse during the holidays.”
“And now I’m your sister-in-law, Fisher, you’re basically family with Vivian, too.”
I grin at Efa’s assertion that Bennett’s my brother. She gets it.
Jack and Bennett come over and join us, with Vivian’s husband, Beau. Jack pulls me to one side. “You know I said I’d get my family’s security team to look into Gerry,” he says. “Well, they’ve found a few things I thought you should know.” He holds up a flash drive.
“You want to email it to me?”
He shakes his head. “I always assume if I email something, it’s going to get into the public domain. This file is encrypted. I’m not sure if you’ll want this getting out.”
Jack’s acting like he’s part of the CIA, but he looks serious.
“What is it?” I ask him. I glance around. The party’s finally winding down. The place is less busy than it was even ten minutes ago.
“I wouldn’t have mentioned it here if I didn’t think you’d want to know right away. I want you to enjoy your night. But I don’t want to keep this from you, either.”
“Whatisit, Jack?”
He pulls in a breath. “I have a laptop in the car if you want to see it now?”
I expect to come back into the party, so I don’t say any goodbyes before I leave. I just follow Jack down to the limo that’s waiting at the bottom of the stairs to the hotel. OfcourseJack has a limo idling at the curb. He’s Jack Alden.
I slide into the back on one side and he gets in the other side. Without saying a word, he plugs the flash drive into the laptop, puts in the various passwords, and then brings up the file on the drive.
