Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 73091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
But I’d come along, and not just for the outrageous benefits. I liked working with Lacey, and I wanted to help her clear her name and all the names in her new family. Lacey wasn’t a criminal lawyer, and I had no experience in criminal law, but I was willing to learn. I was happy Lacey still wanted me to work for her.
“We’ll be in the conference room in fifteen minutes. I need you there to take notes. All the Wolfe brothers will be there.”
I’d just arrived, and this was my first day. I had no idea where anything was, how to use the computer system, nothing. But a meeting was a meeting.
“What about the sister?” I asked.
“Riley’s still missing.” Lacey sighed. “Rock’s really worried, and so am I. We’ll probably discuss that at the meeting.”
“Are you sure you want me there, then? It sounds personal.”
“Charlie, until we get all our names cleared, this is part of our business. I need someone I trust there, and I already okayed it with Rock. Be prepared to get very personal with the Wolfes.”
I nodded. I could do that. I could do whatever Lacey needed. I owed her a lot. I looked around my new digs. It wasn’t a corner executive office, but it was a room instead of a cubicle outside Lacey’s office, and it even had a window. I looked out at the early summer day. The rays of the sun shone over the city buildings. I smiled.
This would work out fine.
The boxes I’d packed up at the old office sat in the corner. Might as well at least make this seem like my office. I ripped the tape off one box with a letter opener I found in the top drawer of my desk.
The ding of my phone interrupted my task. A text from Lacey.
We’re meeting now. Come to the conference room.
Great. Where the heck was the conference room? I’d need a pad of paper and some pens. Where were they?
No worries. I’d take notes on my phone and figure the paper and pen thing out later. I still had no idea where the conference room was, though.
I raced out of the office, nearly losing my footing as one stiletto heel caught in the short pile carpeting. I held back a damn. Probably not a good idea to curse the first day on the job.
I bothered the first person I saw, a young man in a suit. “Excuse me, but this is my first day. Could you tell me where the conference room is?”
“Which one?”
Which one? I had no freaking idea. “The one where Rock Wolfe and his brothers are?”
“Probably their private conference room. Down the hallway to your right. The door should be open if they’re expecting you.”
“And if it’s not?”
“Then enter at your own peril,” he said ominously.
Not that he’d freaked me out or anything. I headed down the hall and turned right. The door, thankfully, was open.
I stepped inside and immediately met a dark gaze.
The artist from the lobby sat at one end of the conference table, flanked by his brothers.
Roy Wolfe. Of course. He was an artist, but was usually photographed wearing jeans and a T-shirt, his hair unbound and flowing over his shoulders. I’d seen him once before, at the reading of Derek Wolfe’s will. Why that fact hadn’t registered this morning in the lobby, I had no idea.
Yeah, I did. I’d been captivated by both him and the painting—so captivated that I was seeing him for the first time.
His lips turned upward ever so slightly.
And my pulse raced.
2
Roy
So the hottie from the lobby was Lacey’s assistant. Right, I remembered her now.
Which meant I couldn’t pursue her, of course. Not that I would have anyway. I wasn’t the pursuing type. My quick one-nighter with a server at a strip club in Montana a little over a week ago had been a fluke. That wasn’t me.
“Hey, Charlie,” Lacey said. “Everyone, this is my assistant, Charlene Waters. She goes by Charlie.”
“Hi,” she said timidly.
“Welcome,” Rock said. “Don’t let these guys overwhelm you. That’s Roy next to me and Reid across from me.”
Reid and I stood.
“Nice to meet you,” Reid said.
I simply nodded.
“Our sister should be here,” Rock continued, nodding toward Charlie, “but she’s still missing. That’s another puzzle we need to solve.”
“We won’t solve it,” Reid said. “Not unless she wants to be found.”
Silence for a few deafening seconds.
Then Lacey spoke up. “That’s Rock’s assistant, Jarrod, and, Reid’s assistant, Terrence.”
Rock had inherited Jarrod from my father, and Reid had always hired a male assistant. My younger brother was a known womanizer, and my father had taught him to always hire males for positions of trust to avoid any sexual tension and possible claims of harassment. Reid followed the advice, but not because our father had dictated it. He’d actually hired Terrence because he was the best qualified. At least that was what he said. I couldn’t care less, frankly.