Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“What?” she whispers. “What happened?”
“I bumped into him last night.”
“How did you bump into him?”
“Not so much bumping . . . more like stalking. I followed him from work to a bar in a cab.”
“Rebecca,” she whispers. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I don’t actually know. Anyway, listen. Last night didn’t go as planned, and I just found out that he came to my hotel looking for me at three this morning, and I need you to tell me his address.”
“What?” she gasps. “Three a.m.?”
“Do you have his address?”
“I mean, it’s written down somewhere, but who knows where. And besides, how do I find it without asking Henley where it is?”
“Look. I just need you to find it out for me and call me back, because I’m going to go over there, and he can’t know I’m coming because he won’t be there if I am.”
“Oh my god.”
“You have to promise not to tell Henley.”
“All right.” She thinks aloud. “Maybe it’s . . . give me a bit to try and find it. I’ll call you back in ten minutes.”
“Okay.” I keep sitting on the foyer couch with my heart in my throat, and a message pings on my phone.
I need you to distract Henley. Can you call him and tell him that your alarm has gone off so he can go over to your house and check things out?
I text back.
Great idea.
I scroll through my numbers until I get to Henley’s name, and I dial his number.
“Hey, Bec,” he answers.
“Hen, hi, I’m so sorry to bother you. I’m at my parents’ this weekend, and my security alarm just picked up something in my house. Can you go over and check on everything for me, please?”
“What did it say?”
I screw up my face as I try to think of the most believable lie that I can. “Just that movement has been detected or something. I’m not sure what it is. I know that Chloe has Daisy, so it’s not Daisy. Maybe just go over and walk around outside for me, if you could?” I shrug as I try to sound serious. “Perhaps take Antony in case there’s something untoward going on.”
“Yeah, sure thing, no worries. It’s probably just a bird or something. I’ll call you in ten.”
“Thanks.”
He hangs up, and my heart beats ferociously. I just hope that Juliet can pull off a miracle.
I wait.
I wait.
And I wait.
Finally a text bounces back.
I’m not sure if this is the right address, but it was in Henley’s contacts.
Hope blooms in my chest.
Thanks, wish me luck.
Good luck baby.
Love you
X
Forty minutes later, I find myself standing at the front of Blake’s building.
He has a doorman.
Shit . . . of course he has a fucking doorman.
What do I do?
Do I just buzz and ask for him to let me up?
I really didn’t want him to know I was coming. I just wanted to knock on his door and surprise him.
If he doesn’t know that I’m coming, then he can’t tell me not to.
I walk in through the grand foyer and look around. “Can I help you?” the doorman asks.
“I’m just waiting for a friend.” I smile.
He nods and goes back to whatever he’s doing at his desk while I take a seat on the fancy leather lounge.
What the hell do I do now?
On his desk I can see a set of keys with a swipe card attached to it. That’s the card I need to get upstairs.
I look left and I look right. How do I get it?
Would he take a bribe?
Shit.
This is a disaster.
A car pulls up into the parking bay outside the building, and as the cabdriver is getting the person’s suitcase out of the trunk, the suitcase bursts open. Books and things go flying everywhere. The doorman runs out through the front doors to help, and my eyes flick to the keys on his desk.
It’s now or never.
I stand and walk straight to the desk and pick up the keys and go to the elevator.
If I’m going to hell, I may as well get arrested while I’m at it too.
I push the button as I look over my shoulder. “Come on.”
I push it again and again. “Hurry up. Hurry up.”
My eyes flick out front to the commotion of the broken bag as people scramble to pick everything up.
The elevator doors finally open, and I dive in and hit the close button. I swipe the card and hit level 7. It lights up.
Success.
My heart is hammering hard in my chest, and I cannot believe I just stole the fucking keys. Maybe I am a Bond girl after all.
The doors open, and I stride down the corridor with purpose. Then I knock hard on his door.
No answer.
I knock hard again. Knock, knock, knock.
Silence.
Damn it, he’s not even home.
The door opens in a rush, and there he stands. The beautiful Blake Grayson in all his glory. He’s wearing gray track pants and a white shirt, and his hair is a disheveled, beautiful mess.