The Lover's Promise by J.C. Reed

Author:J.C. Reed [Reed, J. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B00SS2H9II
Barnesnoble: B00SS2H9II
Goodreads: 23165690
Publisher: J.C. Reed
Published: 2015-01-25T05:00:00+00:00

Entering Jett’s office, ignoring the torn books and folders cluttering the floor. I figured doing what I was about to do would compromise his privacy, but then with so many things destroyed, he’d never know I had been snooping around.

Now was my one and only opportunity to get answers—answers I needed but he hadn’t been willing to give.

My pulse sped up as I began to open one drawer after another, unsure of what I’d find or even what I was looking for.

Most of the drawers were empty, their contents already scattered across the floor. I skimmed through loose papers, but there was nothing out of the ordinary about his business reports. Nothing that would indicate he might be working for Nate or why he might be interested in deleting the legal firm’s email.

My fingers ran over the smooth surface of his heavy mahogany desk. Back in Italy, we had found a journal hidden under a desk. What were the odds that Jett might have a similar hiding spot?

Sweat accumulated on the nape of my neck as I tried to push it aside. It barely budged from the spot. I lifted, stifling a groan, but only managed to lift it an inch or two.

Shoot.

I never expected the damn thing to be so heavy. Jett had made it look so easy when he simply turned it over. Exhausted, I gave it another push, when my phone rang in my handbag, drawing my attention away from the task at hand. I fished it out and peered at the familiar caller ID.

“Hey, I’m at work.” Sylvie’s chirpy voice echoed down the line. “I’m just calling to make sure you’re okay.”

A mixture of relief and worry flooded through me.

She sounded well and safe.

“I thought we had an arrangement,” I said as I sank into Jett’s comfortable leather chair. “I’ve been worried sick about you, you know. I called you like ten times.”

“You did? I thought I had sent a text.” She laughed nervously. “You know, sometimes you just can’t rely on technology.”

It was a lie. And a big, fat one. I could almost taste her guilt. Something had happened and she was trying to wriggle her way out of telling me.

“Where have you been?” I asked warily.

Sylvie hesitated before letting out a sigh. “I had a date, but you knew that already.” I could almost hear her edginess through the line, which raised my suspicion.

“So…how was it?” I asked.

“How was what?”

“Your night?” I raised my eyebrows even though she couldn’t see it.

“It was okay, I guess. Nothing special.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Can I get you anything after work?”

“Is it just me or are you trying to change the topic?”

“I’m not changing the topic.” She laughed out loud—the sound filled with yet more guilt.

“You are.” I took a deep breath. “Oh, my God, Sylvie. What is it that you’re not telling me?”

“All right. I kinda was with someone.” The words came out low and fast. For someone as sexually liberal as Sylvie, her behavior made no sense.

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