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She laughs.
“I have to make a stop after work, but I’ll call you as soon as I get home, okay?”
“Love you.”
I disconnect the call with Eve and square my shoulders. I don’t like what I have to do, but it’s my only option now.
“Kyle.” I stop short right as I round the corner. He went out of town the day after we ended up in that closet at the Renaissance. I hadn’t seen him since. “I thought you were coming back tomorrow.”
A sly smile spreads across his face. “Is that your way of saying you missed me?”
He’s so damn cocky.
“No comment.”
“What are you doing down here?” He looks past me down the hall.
I hold up the files Rachel gave me. “Going over a few numbers for this Friday’s meeting.”
“Thorough.”
“I have to be.”
“Are you ready for the meeting? We’re going over strategy for the next six months. I thought you could pitch a few ways to handle the complexities of merging our labor departments.”
I nod. “I have a few ideas.”
“Good—” He stops short from the ringing of his phone. He pulls it out and frowns down at the screen. “I need to take this.”
“I need to head out anyway.” I pivot before he can say anything and head for the stairs. I take them to the ground level. All the while, I keep wondering how my next move will blow up in my face.
* * *
Thirty minutesafter leaving Townsend’s offices, I pound on the door of the Inn Hotel, located just outside of Williamsport. As I hear rustling on the other side of the door, I glance around, taking in the leather loveseat at the far end of the hallway and the original paintings that hang on the wall.
How the hell is Dean Walsh affording this?
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asks, swinging the door open.
“Here.” I thrust the files into his chest and start to walk away.
“Where are you going?” He grabs my arm too tight, and I stumble, bumping my head against the wall.
“Motherfucker,” I grit out at the same time I shove him off of me.
“Get in here.” He pushes me inside of the room before slamming the door. “How did you find out where I’m staying?”
I let out a derisive laugh. “Do you think you’re some special criminal mastermind? All it took was a little poking around on the databases I have access to find you.”
I glance down at the file in his hands. “Those are the accounting records you wanted. And I’m sure I could go to jail for giving you those.”
He thumbs through the papers. “This doesn’t give me shit. It’s basic numbers.”
“Well …” I turn and head for the door.
He grabs me by the shoulder, spinning me around.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? This is not what I asked for!” That half-deranged look takes over his face.
