What He Fights (What He Wants, Book Ten) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

stood in the middle of the kitchen for
a while, just staring off into space, my mind blank.
    Then grabbed my keys and purse off the
front table.  
    I was going for a walk.
    When I got out onto the sidewalk, the
city was alive with people, and I let myself get swallowed up into the crowd.
    I walked.
    And walked.
    And walked.
    The rain had stopped, but there were
puddles on the street, and I sideswiped them as I walked.
    The air had a fresh smell to it, like
things were about to change.
    I told myself I had to keep looking
forward, that everything was going to be okay.
    And yet somehow, I found myself in front
of Noah’s office building.
    I stood outside, looking up at the
building, imagining him inside, working on a deal, sitting at his desk.   I knew it was silly.   He was probably at home by now.He hadn’t
tried to call me or text me since I’d left him.
    I stood there for a long moment, rooted
in place.   The wind kicked up, and
I was just about to leave when the door to the building opened and Clementine
came hurrying out.
    She didn’t see me.  
    She was going the other way, pulling out
her phone, distracted by something on the screen.
    Why had she been in Noah’s office?   The wind gusted again, and my anger
swelled.  
    I was sick of not getting answers.
    Before I knew what I was doing, I was
pushing through the shiny glass doors of his building, marching up to the
security desk.   When I gave them my
name, they let me in right away – Noah must have put me on some kind of
list.
    His floor was quiet when I got there, the
reception desk empty.
    But the light was on in his office, a
strip of light sliding under the door.   Now that I was here, my nerve was fading.   What was I going to do?   March in there and demand to know what was going on?  
    For a moment, it sounded ludicrous.
    And then, a second later, it made perfect
sense.
    Why shouldn’t I march in there and demand some
answers?
    I walked briskly to his office and
knocked on the door.
    Silence.
    “Noah?” I yelled.   “It’s me.   Open the door.”
    A second later, he appeared.   If our fight on the street earlier had
had any effect on him, it didn’t show He looked flawless, his suit still
immaculate, his hair falling perfectly over his forehead.  
    He looked slightly surprised to see me,
but I didn’t give him a chance to tell me I couldn’t come in.
    Instead, I pushed by him and into his
office.
    “Why did you act like you didn’t know
Clementine this morning?” I demanded.   I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my foot against the carpet
angrily.
    “Nice to see you too,” he replied dryly,
shutting his office door behind me.
    “Answer me.”
    He paused for moment before he answered.   “Because the way I know her is not for
public consumption.”
    “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
    He looked at me, his expression carefully
controlled.   “I’m going to have a
drink.   Do you want a drink?”
    “No, I don’t want a drink!”  
    He crossed the room to the bar in the
corner and poured himself a drink, something amber-colored and
expensive-looking.   He took a long
drag and looked at me thoughtfully.  
    “Noah,” I said, and my voice
cracked.   “Please, just… can you
just tell me how you know her?”   It
was a stupid.   It was a stupid
thing to even be asking.   Of all
the things I could be asking him to explain – the DNA under Katie’s
fingernails, the arguing, his fingerprints all over her apartment – this
was the least important.   But I wanted
him to tell me something, anything.
    “She was following Audi.”
    “What?”
    “She was following Audi for me, making
sure he wasn’t getting into any trouble.   She’s been doing it for years, ever since I got him off for Rhonda
Callahan’s murder.”
    “She’s a private investigator?”
    “And a lawyer.   Among other things.”  
    “Why did you act like you didn’t know
her?”
    “Because Colin Worthington doesn’t need
to