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“Grant Hitchings has been hit up by a PI in London.”
“Any idea by who?”
“As far as I can tell, a woman named Jemima Pearson.”
Jem.
Hissing, I clench my jaw so tightly I give myself a headache. “Kill the ID and move on.”
“Done.”
“David?”
“Yes?”
“Come and work for me full time.” I smile, knowing his answer.
“You know I can’t do that without telling my girl who you are.”
“Ruby Bellingham is not the worst person in the world to know, but do that, and you will never be found.”
“So you see our predicament.”
“One day, you will come to me.”
“Not likely. But I appreciate the validation.”
Chuckling, I hang up. I have a soft spot for the tech wizard down in Manchester. Ruby, his long-time boss and now lover, was recruited into Solitaire over a year ago. David immediately bounced off my radar, and I pulled him in as well. While I have never met him face-to-face and probably never will, he is a man I trust with my secret. Mostly because I know he has a healthy fear of me. But not so much that he cowers from my requests. He is the perfect balance, and his skills are the best in the business.
Placing the phone next to me on the desk as I lean back and glare into the roaring fire, I go back to the matter he raised.
Jemima works for my old pal Dante DeVare, so whatever she is sniffing around, he is behind. Whoever they got to dig up one of my aliases is good, I’ll give them that. But it begs the question,whyis Dante looking for me? It has been about a decade since we last spoke, and that didn’t end well. He made an enemy out of me that night, and to this day, I haven’t forgiven him. And nor will I. If he is looking for me to make amends, he can go to hell.
“Gideon.”
Tearing my gaze from the fire, I see Sophia standing in the doorway. “Where have you been?”
“Speaking with Isla Harding.”
“No.”
“You can’t just keep saying ‘no’, Gideon. I know you've seen her. Doesn’t her face please you?”
“Oh, her face can please me all right, but I don’t want this stranger in my house.”
“Too bad. I’ve dangled more than enough for her to bite.”
“Why are you so hellbent on leaving me?” I demand, rising and crossing over to her.
“I’ve told you. I need to get away from here and all of this Solitaire bullshit. It’s more trouble than it’s worth. I wish you’d just walk away from it!”
Her heated gaze bores into mine as she says the words she’s been dying to say for years.
“If only it were that simple.” Turning from her, I hear her muttered curse. “Go on yourbreak, Sophia. And when you come back, have your priorities in check and never say those words to me again.”
“And what about Isla Harding?”
“What about her?”
