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“What deal?” Deanna shot back. “We didn’t have one beyond you paying me for my time, which I won’t be collecting on because this is going to pay off in other ways.”
“You can’t run this story!” I hissed, circling the conference table with angry strides.
“It’s already done, Gianna. Your name isn’t mentioned, so don’t worry about that. Listen, I’ve got to go. I just wanted to give you a head’s up and say thanks. Take care, all right?”
She hung up and my smartphone disconnected before I’d even lowered the phone from my ear.
* * *
I left the conference room in a rage, so pissed I could hardly see straight. I was as furious with myself as I was with Deanna. How could I not have foreseen the possibility that she’d use the information she found?
“Your man knows how to treat you right,” LaConnie said as I passed her again. “I just set another delivery on your desk.”
Cringing inwardly, I felt the weight of guilt on my shoulders. The sight of pure white lilies next to my phone damn near closed off my throat.
I plucked off the attached card.
I’m waving the white flag of surrender.
I love you, baby. We’ll talk tonight.
Jax had signed the card, but his signature blurred amid my anxious tears.
Worse than the violation of his privacy, I feared that such personal revelations about his mother would hurt him deeply. Her pictures in the living room of our home told me he had cared for her, but his reluctance to talk about her suggested the topic was painful.
And now the world would know about her, and I was directly to blame.
I touched a velvet-soft petal. “We’ve screwed up something perfect,” I said softly.
Sinking into my chair, I started to plan how best to tell him what I’d done.
* * *
I had a good handle on how I wanted to open the subject of Deanna’s story when the elevators on the penthouse floor opened and I stepped out into chaos.
I paused, shocked. The front door was open and through it I could see a dozen people in suits, pacing in my living room with smartphones pressed to their ears.
The queasiness I’d felt all day worsened until I thought I might be sick right there in the foyer.
When I crossed the threshold into the apartment, I looked for Jax. I couldn’t find him, but Parker was there in front of the entertainment center, his gaze on the photos of his late wife. He would have stood out from the melee on sheer presence, but unmoving amid the frenetic swarm of visitors, he riveted me.
He turned his head toward me. I watched as the recognition of my presence set in. He started toward me.
“What’s going on?” I asked, although I feared I already knew the answer.
“We’re trying to put out a fire. I’m sorry we’ve taken over, but Jackson prefers to handle some issues from his home office.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
His mouth, so like Jax’s, twisted wryly. “I could use a drink. Something strong, preferably.”
“Okay.” I looked around him to the console by the window where crystal decanters held the world’s finest liquors. I frowned when I saw only a vase of flowers atop it. “I’ll get you something.”
“Thanks. I’ll put your purse in your bedroom,” he offered, holding out his hand for it.
As he set off down the hallway, I maneuvered through the men and women wandering around the sunken living room. Bits and pieces of conversations washed over me.
“...confirm the source...”
“...should consider possible defamation and slander liabilities...”
“...a declaration of war against the Rutledge family isn’t wise...”
My hands were shaking when I opened the doors of the console. The crystal decanters were tucked neatly inside, but they were empty. I made my way back to the kitchen, where I discovered an empty wine fridge.
Confused, I faced Parker when he returned. “Looks like we’re out of everything.”
“I couldn’t find anything, either.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll call the concierge. Is there anything in particular you’d like?”
He touched my arm. “I’ll take care of it. Why don’t you hole up in your room and get out of this mess?”
“I feel like I should help somehow.”
“Just take care of my son,” he murmured. “Leave this to me.”
My mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out. I didn’t know what to say. I ended up nodding and heading down the hallway, passing my room and going to Jax’s home office instead. He was alone in there, standing in front of the window with his arms crossed as he barked at someone through a headset.
“We need those records. Yes, I understand that and I don’t give a shit.... Don’t think whatever this is won’t blow back on you, too. Right. I’ll be at this number.” He tapped the earpiece, then pivoted abruptly, stilling when he saw me standing in front of his desk. “Gia...”
He fell silent. Shoving a hand through his hair, he cursed softly. He looked worn and edgy. He’d ditched his jacket and tossed it over a chair in the corner. His vest was unbuttoned, as was the button at the throat of his shirt. His tie was loosened and the shadow of evening stubble on his tight jaw gave him a dangerous appeal.
“Hi,” I said quietly.
“Baby.” He sighed. “I’m sorry about this. Something’s come up and we’ve got to get a handle on it.”
“What is it?”
“We got a tip today about an article that’s supposedly going out tomorrow, and I’m trying to get details about the reporter and her piece.”
I swallowed hard. “Deanna Johnson.”
Jax froze. “You know her?”
“She used to date Vincent.”
“Fuck.” He scowled. “I need all of her contact info—email, mobile and home numbers, address.”
“All right.” I stepped closer. “Jax, we have to talk.”
“I know, and we will. But I can’t right now.”
“This is my fault.”
He came to me and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “No. I should’ve talked to you about Ted and—”
His smartphone started ringing on his desk.
“I have to get this.” He tapped his earpiece. “Rutledge,” he answered briskly, then, “That’s a start. How quickly can you get them to me?”
He turned his back to me, and I clenched my fists. I left the room to fetch my smartphone to get the information he’d asked for. I was just going to have to blurt it out before he cut me off. I hated to blindside him like that, but he needed to know.
With my cell in hand, I headed back to his office and closed the door behind me. He was off the phone and sitting at his desk, reading something on his monitor.
“I have the information you wanted.” I walked up to him. “Deanna’s written an article about your mother. About how the family had her committed to an institution.”
His head snapped back as if I’d hit him physically. “You talked to her?”
I swallowed past the painful lump in my throat. “Weeks ago. And again this afternoon. I’m so sorry, Jax. I should never have contacted her. I had no idea...”
He stared at me, unblinking, his body so still I knew I’d knocked his legs right out from under him. “Sit down,” he ordered, with dangerous softness. “And tell me what the fuck you’re talking about.”
I practically fell into the seat in front of his desk, my knees shaking from the way he looked at me. His dark eyes were like a shark’s, hard and lifeless. “Remember when I said I was going to do some research and—”
“You went to a goddamned reporter?” He surged to his feet and slapped his palms down hard on his desktop. “Are you insane?”
&n
bsp; “I contacted Deanna as a friend. Before you talked to me about never having privacy again!”
“Do you realize what you’ve done? How much damage this might cause? My mother’s disease was never supposed to become fodder for the fucking media!”
“Jax...” I stood, then flinched when he shoved away from his desk so violently he knocked his desk chair over. “I know this is terribly personal—and painful—but a lot of families are impacted by mental illness. People are going to understand and—”
“She wasn’t crazy, Gia,” he said coldly. “She was a drunk.”
The venom in his voice took me aback.
He faced the window. “She couldn’t handle the pressure.”
