“Miss Thompson, is that you?”
“Oh hey… Bryan?”
“That’s the one. Does your father know you’re here?”
No.
I force a smile. “Actually, I was just going to go see him. Any idea where he is?”
“He’s probably back in his office.”
“Thanks, Bryan.” I slip passed him.
“It’s good to see you again, Miss Thompson.”
Letting out a small breath, I hurry down the hall leading toward the back of the building. I’ve almost reached my dad’s office when I hear voices.
“Not what we agreed, Phillip.”
I freeze at the anger in my dad’s voice.
“This is the only way, Garth.” The other voice is muffled, but there’s no mistaking it’s Phillip Cargill. “Need her to…”
A trickle of awareness goes through me, and I creep closer.
“She is… daughter. It’s not fair… Cade… dangerous…”
I can only make out every other word, but my body vibrates with fear.
Are they talking about me?
About me and Cade?
“Not a choice, Thompson.” Phillip’s voice is full of frustration. “We agreed. You agreed. Now… see this through.”
My stomach drops.
See what through?
A bang down the hall startles me, and I hear Phillip say, “We’ll finish this another time.” There’s a rustle and footsteps.
Heart in my throat, I take off down the hall. I don’t know what I just heard, but something deep inside me tells me I don’t want to be caught eavesdropping.
The women’s restroom looms up ahead, so I duck inside, waiting for Phillip to leave. His heavy footsteps pass the door, and I let out a shaky breath.
This was a bad idea. A really bad idea. But I’m here now, and Bryan saw me.
Crap.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
Splashing some cold water on my face, I dry my hands and inhale a steady breath. Pulling open the door, I step back into the hall and make my way to Dad’s office.
“Come in,” he says.
“Hey, Dad.” I peek around the door.
“Mia? This is a surprise.” He leans back in his chair, studying me. There’s no evidence of his tense conversation with Phillip. He looks just like my dad. Kind eyes and a warm smile that he reserves for me and Mom.