evening?”
He nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable. “I have a date, actually.”
“Oh, well, don’t let me keep you.”
He studied my face for a long second. “Are you okay, Cassidy? You seem…off.”
“I’m fine. I’m just going to organize a few things in here, then I’ll go, too.”
He studied me a second longer, then he held up a file he’d had in his hand. “This needs to be organized, but it can wait till morning.”
“No problem.”
Our fingers brushed as I took the file, and I hated that my cheeks flushed and my chest constricted just the littlest bit. He shot me one last look, then turned, calling a goodbye over his shoulder.
I waited fifteen minutes, figuring that’s how long it would take him to make his way down to the parking garage. Then I slipped out of my office, checking the secretary’s desk, grateful to see she was one of those young women who believed in keeping to the letter of the contract, gone at exactly five o’clock every night. No one else was around.
I slipped into Brian’s office, looking over my shoulder at every tiny noise, even the noises I made with my clunky shoes. Brianna had told me…it didn’t matter now.
There was a password on his computer, and there didn’t seem to be anything beyond office supplies in his drawers. He was a careful man, always had been. But I did find what looked like an old list of addresses for his kids. I quickly typed them into my phone, whispering a silent prayer as I did.
I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt them. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt them. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt them.
I was nearly done when someone cleared his throat.
I bit back a scream as I looked up, slamming the desk drawer closed with my knee and sending the message with my thumb.
“You must be the new assistant.”
“Cassidy Myers,” I said, standing and making my way as calmly as possible around the desk even though my insides were like jelly, fear dancing around in my chest. “And you are?”
“Killian Callahan, head of public relations.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Killian,” I said, his name almost getting lost on the tip of my tongue. This wasn’t the first time I’d met him, but he clearly didn’t remember me. And there was no wonder…he’d been two when I met him the last time.
He looked a lot like his father. He was tall and broad shouldered like Brian. And he had those deep green eyes. But his hair was dark, and his nose was thin, his jaw a little narrower. There were definite aspects of his mother in there and that, for reasons I didn’t want to explore, killed my soul a little.
“I’m glad my dad managed to hire someone. It’s clogged up the system a little, him being without an assistant.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
“He never was good at the emails and stuff, but he’s a damn good CEO.”
There was pride in Killian’s voice and that killed my soul just a little bit more. I didn’t want to be here; I didn’t want to be talking to this man, who was once a child I cuddled to my chest and dreamed of stealing away from his mother. I brushed a hand against my cheek and forced a smile.
“I need to finish up a few more emails before I go.”
“Of course,” Killian said, stepping aside. “I was just looking for my dad. Do you know where he is?”
I glanced over my shoulder as I passed him. “He said something about having a date.”
Killian laughed. “I thought he was seeing someone. Good for the old goat!”
Again, the forced smile. Then I stepped into my office, closed my eyes as I stood against the door, and took a deep breath before glancing at my phone.
Those are his kids. I know those names. Get me something better! Something I can use!
What the hell was I supposed to do?
Chapter 5
Brian
“I hired a new assistant today.”
Rachel curled up against my naked chest, her own nudity making me feel like I was twenty again. I ran my hand slowly down her back, loving the way she pressed her bare
Heidi Hunter, Bad Boy Team