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CHAPTER 28
I'd been at Gina’s for four full days when Denise called.
“Denise, hi,” I greeted.
“Tylar, I’m in a real mess, girl.”
“Denise, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? Let me tell you what’s wrong. Trey has been a raging maniac since you left. Ray knows that I’m keeping something from him, and you know me, I don’t like keeping things from Ray.”
“Well, would it make you feel better to let Ray know that you simply gave me a ride to the bus station, and you don’t know where I am, which is the truth?”
“At this point, Tylar, I’m sure he will chew my ass for not coming clean with him sooner about my involvement. Why don’t you come on back honey? I’m betting Trey wants to make up.”
“Denise, it’s not like we had a big fight or anything. We just want different things. I don’t like being controlled by him. He has issues of his own. Besides Denise, Trey knows my cell phone number. He’s not called it even once.”
“That’s because he thinks you ran off with Mark.”
“What! Why in the world would he think that?”
“Because you didn’t take your car with you. He figured you went with Mark.”
Knowing Trey, he probably had a bounty hunter on Mark’s trail right now. Trey wasn't the type to think he'd been bested by another man. I needed to do something if only to make sure that he didn’t have someone looking for Mark.
“Denise, do you know where Trey is now?”
“He left for Atlanta late last night. He will be in his office there today and half-day on Saturday, then he’s back here.”
“Okay listen, I'll take care of this, all right? Don’t worry about it. You're off the hook. I'll handle it.”
“Be safe, darlin’. Call me and let me know what happens.”
“I will,” I promised.
Gina walked into the room just as I hung up with Denise.
“What’s up?” she asked. I smiled at her.
“Show time,” I answered, filling her in on the details.
An hour and 15 minutes later, Gina was driving in downtown Atlanta traffic. I'd borrowed a black pencil skirt that was tight in all the right places, a grey silk blouse that had the top two buttons undone, hose, and three-inch black pumps. Gina loaned me a black clutch to set the very sexy, but very business-like outfit in place. She did my eye makeup for me as only she could. My hair was flat-ironed straight, now below my shoulders. I checked my lipstick in my compact mirror. Perfect.
“Here it is girlfriend,” Gina said as she pulled her car to the curb. It was an impressive building in downtown Atlanta.
“You call me when you want me to pick you up, okay?
“Gina, I’m sure Trey will give me a lift back.”
“Honey, I’m just worried if you’ll survive that fucking maniac.”
“He’s not all that bad Gina, give the guy a break. I'll call you if I need a ride, okay?”
I got out of the car, and walked across the pavement entering through the revolving glass doors into the building. Trey’s firm was in the penthouse. That figures, I thought, pushing the button for the elevator.
When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, the first thing I saw were the huge, gold letters with the firm’s name inscribed on the wall: “Pierce, Harmon, Richardson & Sinclair.” I had to admit, it was impressive. The heels of my pumps clicked on the marble floor leading up to the receptionist’s station. A very pretty, well-dressed blond looked up as I approached.
“May I help you?” she asked.
