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“Absolutely. But we need to take a break for dinner, don’t you think? I’ll send my assistant in to take everyone’s orders. Do you want to order from the kitchen at The Four Seasons?” Regina loved The Four Seasons; she always stayed there for board business when she came into town.
“Sure.” But she frowned as she eyed me. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes—I just have to meet my wife downstairs for a quick PR thing. Olivia hired a photographer. She thinks having a picture of us in front of the building would look good.”
“Sounds like a great idea, Bryce.Muchbetter than a picture of your wife getting into a fistfight. See you soon.” She turned on her heel and was gone.
I was getting pretty sick of Regina Hernandez. If I got voted in as full CEO, she might find herself out on the sidewalk instead of in a cushy suite at The Four Seasons and in need of a new board gig…
We’re parked out front,Chloe texted. I gave my assistant instructions for dinner—the team had been here since the sun came up, and I needed to keep them happy—then hustled to the elevator. What was going on with my wife? I remembered her tears from that morning, the odd vibe I’d gotten from her after we’d made love. And now she’d called Dale andHazeland told them she was worried about Noah.
Something was definitely up. I could live with that, but it was a punch to the gut that she hadn’t come to me first.
Was she planning on running again?
Over my dead body…
Chloe waited for me out on the sidewalk. She looked lovely in a strapless dress, her long, thick hair spilling over her shoulders. But something was off about her face—she looked different. She smiled for the camera, but the smile didn’t go all the way to her eyes.
The photographer was instructing her to pose under the Windsor Enterprises sign. Chloe did as she was told, but she looked like a robot going through the motions.
Something was definitely wrong. But what the hell was it?
My heart started thudding as I went to her side. “You look pretty,” I said, trying to maintain control over my emotions.
She sighed as she relaxed against me. “Thank you. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
“You missed me, huh?” Heart still banging in my chest, I pulled her against me and smiled for the stupid photographer.
“Of course I did.”
“You could’ve called.” I couldn’t help it: my tone turned accusatory.
Chloe glanced at me, eyes open wide, then looked away.
“Or is there some reason you didn’t?” I plastered another fake smile onto my face as the photographer ushered us next to the building so he could get a different angle.
“I knew you were busy.” Her tone sounded neutral and carefully controlled.
She was hiding something from me.
My palms started to sweat.
“I’m never too busy for you, Chloe.” As the cameraman adjusted his equipment, I dropped the fake smile from my face. “I’d like to know what’s going on with you.”
“One more shot over by the entrance,” the photographer called.
“I have to get back to my meeting,” I snapped. I was out of patience after only five minutes. “Do you have something you can use?”
“Sure, Mr. Windsor. Thank you for your time.”
I didn’t bother to return the niceties as he headed for his van. I turned to my wife. A sick feeling swept through me, from my gut to my heart. “What’s happening?”
She shook her head, still pretending. “What do you mean?”
“I think you knowexactlywhat I mean.” The sick feeling persisted; I wanted her to talk first. Would she reveal anything? Why was she worried about Noah? What was she planning?
My head thudded. And my heart…
