Chapter 7 - Simon
As frustrated as I am that my plans to deal with Jaco Marcas have been severely derailed, I can fully accept that I wouldn’t change a single thing that has happened so far. I certainly don’t blame her for coming into my life. I’m the one whodraggedher into it after all.
I still would have recused her; I still would have married her. In fact, it’s something I’m incredibly pleased about. Even though it’s tense between us, I have high hopes that things will get better in the future.
In the meantime, I’m going to restart my efforts to track down Jaco and restart my plans.
Delays are not as devastating as they seem. Sometimes good things come from it.
Jaco isn’t going anywhere. I still have all the time in the world. Things just need to be restructured a bit. Replanned. And that happens to be something I’m very good at.
I’ll set up another operation to find him and gather intel. I still have Lucas’s information from his phone. Even though it’s old intel, it might be a decent place to start.
I’ll bide my time, andthistime I will get better results. I’m sure I’ll be able to find out where Jaco has been hiding.
It’s late, and I’ve been sitting behind my desk all day, making plans, drawing out maps of thoughts and possible ideas, and now I’m exhausted. My brain is tired, and I want to relax.
My body is agitated from not moving enough.
I decide the best way to let off some steam is to jump in the pool.
I head downstairs in my swimming shorts with a towel strung over my shoulder.
When I step onto the wooden deck, a smile spreads over my face. Blair is in the water. She has her back to me as she rests her chin on her folded arms that are resting on the edge of the water. She’s looking out toward the ocean. My eyes trace down her back and the delicate bones of her spine. Her narrow waist as it dips into the water. The water moves around her as though it wishes to caress her, and I have to drag my eyes away from her because my cock begins to stir, and I don’t want to have to leave before I’ve had a chance to swim with her.
“How’s the water?” I ask, dropping my towel onto a nearby sun lounger.
“Oh, my goodness!” Blair jumps, spinning toward me and splashing water around herself. “You gave me a heart attack,” she complains.
I chuckle. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
Ignoring the steps, I jump straight into the deep end, sending a wave of water rocking toward her. She scrunches her nose at me. “You did that on purpose,” she smiles.
I haven’t seen her smiling much lately, so it’s a welcome surprise.
“I might have,” I grin, swimming to the wall where she’s leaning and leaning next to her to look out toward the ocean.
“It’s so beautiful. Your home is quite special, Simon.”
“It’s your home too,” I tell her, wanting her to view it that way.
She laughs, knotting her brows and shaking her head. “Only for a bit. When do you think I will be able to go back to my apartment?” she asks. “I decided that I should get back to worktomorrow, too. I’m going crazy stuck in this house, even though it’s gorgeous, it’s starting to give me cabin fever.”
I stare at her as though she’s lost her mind. “You can’t go back to work yet. And you certainly can’t go back to your apartment.”
“What do you mean. It’s been two weeks, a little more actually,” she argues, turning to glare at me.
“Blair, it was only three nights ago that you saw all of those men outside your home. Why in the world would you think they’ve given up so easily? They know where you live, and they aren’t going to back down until they find you. Don’t you get it?” I say sternly.
“You said I could at least go back to work!” she blurts out. “You said that if I signed the marriage documents, I would still have my freedom.
“Yes, but only if it’s safe. And it definitely isn’t safe yet. Why would you want to put yourself in danger?” I huff, annoyed that she doesn’t seem to understand how things work.
“Because I’m going crazy here, Simon. What am I supposed to do all day!” She waves her arms in the air in frustration.
It’s difficult to argue with her when she’s moving so much that it looks like the bikini top might slip right off her beautiful, full breasts. I clear my throat and shake my head, trying to pull my thoughts together in a clear manner.
“You aren’t going back to work. That’s the end of the discussion,” I huff.
