Page 19 of You Betrayed Me (The Cahills 3)

“You know.”

He didn’t.

With a disbelieving smack of her tongue, she said, “Because I work there.”

“You work for me?”

“Duh.” She flashed him that smile again, then added, “Okay, okay, I get it. So, technically, I work for Cahill Industries, but who are we kidding? You are Cahill Industries, so yeah, I work for you and have for the last six months.” She was nodding, encouraging him to remember. “And we were like . . .” She bit her lip. “We were an item, I guess.”

“We were seeing each other?” This wasn’t making a lot of sense.

“If that’s what you want to call it.” Her eyes twinkled with a naughty little spark, and she showed a dimple, her nose wrinkling. “I knew you’d remember.”

He didn’t, but let it pass as he tried like hell to piece his life, or at least his love life, together. “And Megan?”

“Oh. Well . . .” She pulled a face, then tilted her flattened hand from side to side. “You hadn’t quite broken it off with her.”

That had a ring of truth to it.

And spelled trouble.

Sophia admitted, “But she might have found out about us and . . .”

The implication was hard to miss. “. . . and she didn’t like it.”

A shrug, as if one thing would automatically lead to another. “So she found out about me, I think, and got pissed off. The way I figure it, she drove over to your house, and you got into a fight, and you ended up here.”

Again, the flash of a woman advancing upon him, tears burning her eyes, rage flushing her face, anger radiating from her in waves appeared behind his eyes. “And that’s when Megan went missing.”

She bit her lip as she studied him, as if she couldn’t quite trust him. “You don’t remember the fight?”

An inner voice cautioned him to sidestep that one. “No.”

“Nothing?” She seemed skeptical.

“That’s what’s weird,” he admitted. “But the doctor said I came in through the ER.”

She reached out and touched his hand, her fingers cool. Familiar. “Bobby found you.”

“Knowlton?” God, he didn’t remember that at all.

“He was the one who called nine-one-one.”

“And Megan wasn’t there?”

She shook her head, blond hair glinting under the overhead lights. “I asked Bobby, and he said you were alone.”

“He say anything else?”

“Not to me.”

James’s head was pounding, but he was trying like hell to recall anything that would help him make sense of this nightmare.

She lowered her voice even more and squeezed his fingers, only to release them. “Have you talked to the cops?”

“No. Not yet.”

“But they’ve been here?”

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