PAWN (Mr. Rook's Island Book 2) by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Author:Mimi Jean Pamfiloff [Pamfiloff, Mimi Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
Publisher: Mimi Boutique
Published: 2017-11-02T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

A search of Rook’s library had not produced the book I’d seen in my dreams, so I could only assume it hadn’t been real. But the album had been, as were the tens of thousands of records in the library that plunged deep underground, which was missing myself and Cici. God—or Rook—only knew why.

Add it to the goddamned list. Because I only knew enough to make me sound like a crazy person if I were ever to tell Warner. I had nothing solid on Rook or on how he managed to keep the island isolated from the modern world. I only knew why the island was special.

Yeah, but you’re also missing the how. I would have to go through the library one more time.

Meanwhile, I decided to start documenting what I knew. Maybe it would provide clarity.

I went back to my room, got out my laptop, and began furiously typing. As random and crazy as the pieces were, I couldn’t help thinking that the complete puzzle, the entire story, sat right in front of me. I just couldn’t see it. Monks. Death. Living forever. Love. Sin. It all equated to this mess.

I released a deep sigh and noticed the time. I needed to get to the offices and meet up with the managers in charge of the fantasies next week. I still have to focus on getting Rook to trust me. I doubted there would be any other way out of this. Rook guarded his secrets carefully, and I was running out of time.

I entered the conference room, feeling more nervous than ever. Not because of me, but because of them. I knew their secret. First, there was Linda, the harem manager with short blonde hair. She looked my age. Douglas, the marine fantasy manager with straggly long brown hair, couldn’t be older than nineteen. Craig, the bald black man with a beard, who handled anything historical, had flawless skin and looked thirty. And finally Paula, an Asian woman with heart-shaped lips who managed the smaller indoor sets, like the snowed-in cabin, appeared to be in her forties. Everyone looked like normal, healthy adults.

“Sorry I’m late,” I said, taking the seat next to Douglas.

No one said a word, but they didn’t have to for me to see they were upset.

“Is everything all right?”

Again no one spoke.

“Okay then,” I said, unsure of what else to do, “let’s get on with the meeting.”

As each reviewed their checklists, I sat quietly, pretending to take notes. The tension in the air was palpable, but I couldn’t begin to guess what had happened. Not knowing brought me right down to their dark moods.

“Oh, and I have your dates arranged,” Craig added at the end of his report. “Jarod will be handling your cowboy fantasy—the Old West version—and Michael will be your Scotsman.”

I felt the blood exit my face. “How’d you hear about that?”

“This is a small resort. Word travels quickly, and Rook also mentioned you’d be wanting to do a dry run. Your hosts are already cleared by Dr.

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