Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“What’s going on?” I asked quietly, stepping away from her cot.
“Yesterday, you mentioned you asked your team for that file they kept.”
“The dodgy creep file,” I said with more casualness than I truly felt about the existence of such a thing.
“Aye.”
“What of it?”
“I think it’s time my people looked through it. We’ve come to a dead end with the cameras. They were purchased as stock by a guy in London who sells out the back door. Any customers who don’t want to leave a trail, they pay in cash and there’s no digital footprint. The cameras themselves aren’t especially sophisticated. They have to link to an app via the internet, so whoever planted them was piggy-backing off the internet connection in your building. Unfortunately, we couldn’t trace them through that because they must have known right away when the cameras were compromised.”
“You’re kidding me?” I sighed in exasperation. “What now?”
“We comb that file. See if there’s any information that could remotely be connected to someone having access to your flat to plant those cameras. We follow every lead.”
The thought of Fyfe reading about what some of these sleazy creeps thought of me made my stomach revolt. “You’re not going to look through it, are you?”
His eyes narrowed. “Only if my team brings something to my attention. I … I’d lose my mind if I had to read through all that stuff.”
I nodded, crossing the room to lean against the other side of the island. I searched his face. “Is that what you needed to talk about so urgently?”
Fyfe rounded the island with a sudden look of determination, and my pulse jumped as he stopped inches from me. I straightened, again wary of his proximity and overall demeanor as I turned toward him. “I took Millie to the doctor today.”
“Is she okay?” My gaze flew to her in panic.
“It was a checkup. And an introduction to her new doctor. Though I think I’ll be asking to see another doctor next time we visit.”
Sudden understanding dawned. “Oh.”
The muscle in his strong jaw flexed. “When were you going to tell me you were seeing that guy?”
He spat that guy like they were dirty words. Guilt I wasn’t sure I should feel flushed through me. “I’m sorry you found out like that. We’ve only been on a few dates.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Well, your doctor seems to think you two are boyfriend and girlfriend. Very serious.”
I ignored his mocking tone because I was concerned by the information he’d just relayed. “Cameron said that?”
“He called you his girlfriend. And said you were getting serious.”
“He said that?” Dread filled the pit of my stomach.
“Aye.” Fyfe stepped into my personal space. I had to lean back against the island to avoid contact. But he braced his hands on the counter at either side of me, his body flush to mine as I tipped my head back in surprise. The hardness was gone in his dark eyes, replaced with something fiery and hot.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, pressing my palms to his firm chest and then dropping my hands like he was on fire because, whoa, he had pecs.
“Tell me how you confess your love for one man one week and start dating another the next?”
He was angry with me?
Was he joking?
“I’ll tell you how,” I seethed between clenched teeth, my cheeks hot with not-so-old humiliation and hurt. “You get over the first guy when he tells you he can never love you back.”
Fyfe licked his lips, his chest heaving a little as if he couldn’t quite catch his breath. Then he cupped my face, his palms rough against my skin. I gaped at him as he bent his head to mine, his voice rasping as he said, “We need to talk about that, sweetheart.”
No, no, no! “There’s nothing to say.”
“I fucked up.” His words were gruff, thick with emotion. “I was blind. I let myself be blind. But I’m seeing more clearly than ever.”
No.
Was he saying what I—
“No!” I yanked his hands off my face. “Don’t.” Fear of being played, of having a heart that was still bloody broken ripped apart again by this man, had me shoving at his chest.
He was a solid wall of muscle trapping me against the island.
“Eilidh—”
“No!” I yelled in his face and he didn’t even flinch. “You don’t get to decide you want me because some other guy has me. I’m not a toy.”
“Does he have you?” Fyfe glowered.
“None of your business.”
“Have you slept with him?”
“How fucking dare you,” I hissed. “Get out of my way.”
Relief softened his expression. And there was a tiny hint of smugness there too. “You haven’t slept with him.”
Ugly resentment bubbled over. “Doesn’t mean I won’t.”
His eyes flashed with jealousy. Then his cheek brushed mine and his hands gripped my hips. Fyfe’s lips touched my ear. “If you fuck him, I dare you not to close your eyes and imagine it’s me inside you.”