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They’d kissed and made up, and she’d said nothing about it again, but she’d given life to feelings Wolf knew nothing about, and shown a side of herself to him that he didn’t like.
A few weeks later, Wolf was getting ready to leave Miami for a quick trip to Jubilee, Kentucky. It was a quarterly meeting of the board of investors for Hotel Devon, of which he was one, and Fiona had just finished packing his suitcase and travel bag for his weekend trip. He’d been watching her unobserved for a while, still remembering there was a side to her that she kept hidden, when she caught him staring.
She smiled, giving him that come-hither look.
“God, Wolf, you are such a beautiful man.”
He responded in kind. “And you, my love, are a beautiful woman. If I didn’t have a chopper waiting, I’d take you back to bed this second.”
Fiona made a sad face, as if regretting the missed opportunity, and threw her arms around his neck.
“I’m always here for you. Rain check on the sex, and I’ll see you in a couple of days.” Then she kissed him square on the mouth, lingering just enough to leave him wanting.
Wolf’s eyes were hooded as he swatted her backside, and then he was gone. But as soon as he slid behind the wheel, his thoughts went back to the argument they’d had weeks earlier. It was an eye-opener with regards to the woman he thought he’d married, and the urge to check up on her while he was gone was strong within him. With his usual knee-jerk reaction to conflict, he decided to attack and not retreat and, as he was driving, made a callto a private investigator he’d used countless times before. The phone rang twice before it was answered.
“Good morning, Wolf. You’re calling early.”
“Morning, Jack. I have a request, and it needs to be carried out with utmost secrecy.”
“As always. What do you want me to do?”
“Follow my wife. Something happened recently that has led me to distrust her. Dig into her past. Find out if she’s playing around. I’ll contact you. You don’t call me.”
“Done,” Jack said, and disconnected.
Fiona watched her husband leave, even waving from the upstairs window, but when he didn’t look up to wave as he usually did, she shrugged it off to his need for haste and went to get dressed.
She was a biomedical engineer and had her own career and office before she met and married Wolfgang Outen and, despite his wealth, kept working in her field.
A short while later, she was on her way to her office in downtown Miami, while Wolf was on his way to Sutton Airfield on the outskirts of the city.
Forty minutes later, Wolf pulled up at the airfield office and parked. To his surprise, his personal assistant, Stuart Bien, was waiting on him.
“Stu, what’s going on?” Wolf asked.
Stu was on the verge of frantic, which, for him, was unheard of.
“The refinery in Sao Paulo is on fire. At least ten workers died in the initial explosion, and several others are in the hospital, and there is talk of some paramilitary group trying to take control of the tank farm. They need you there ASAP. I brought your passport and emergency suitcase you keep packed from your suite at the office. I’ve asked Zander for a chopper and a pilot to take you straight to the airport. They have your jet waiting there.”
Wolf groaned. “What a nightmare. I was on my way to Jubilee. I need to let Marshall Devon know I can’t make it. Dammit. We’re voting on a touchy issue and some of the investors are dragging their heels. It would help so much if he had my proxy.”
Stu frowned. “Do you have the paperwork with you?”
Wolf patted his jacket pocket. “Yes, the agenda and the proxy they always send, in case I can’t be there.”
“If you can talk Zander into taking me instead, I’ll take your proxy and sit in on the meetings and take notes for you, if they don’t mind looking at me in the same clothes for two straight days.”
“You’re the best,” Wolf said. “And you and I are about the same height and weight. You take my suitcase. It has a couple of days worth of clothing and toiletries, and I’ll take the suitcase you brought for me.”
“Perfect! Just sign the proxy and we’ll be good to go,” Stu said.
Wolf whipped out the papers, used the hood of his car for a desk, and signed in all the necessary places beforehanding it over. “There’s the agenda, too. I’ll be in touch once we get to Brazil.”
Stu pocketed the proxy and traded bags with Wolf as Zander was coming out. Wolf hailed him.
“Zander, the flight to Jubilee is still on. Stu’s going in my place, and time is short,” Wolf said.
“No problem,” Zander said. “I had everything ready and waiting for you. I’ll just load him up instead. Borden will fly you to the airport, and I’ll fly Stu to Jubilee.”
