Mag-log inKillian.I dial Tamara's number again.Switched off.My nerves keeps growing.She was meant to be home this morning but it's 6PM yet nothing.Caroline's number is unreachable, same goes to Hilda.I can feel it in my bones.Something's off.My fingers twitch on the steering wheel. I brake a little too hard at a red light.“Slow down, Killian. You'll get us killed,” Jayna groaned.I do.I don't respond to that but I ease off the gas and slow down a little, trying to rest my mind.But it isn't working.“You know she's trouble, right?” Jayna's voice pulls me back to earth.“Who?”She rolls her eyes at me. “Chloe,”“No, she's not.”She stares, harder. “Everyone knows that except you,”“That's because she hasn't given me any reason to,”“How about showing up at your house uninvited?”I give her a look. “She's a friend, always been, you know this,”“A friend who's not a friend to your wife,”I want to reply but the words are stuck in my mouth.I blink slowly and turn to look at Jayna. “You t
Chloe.I glance down at the photos before me, a sliver of confusion marring my forehead.These are photos of Tamara in and out of a clinic.Same one he was seen with Killian twice.I look at Jacob, the shamus I had hired to secretly trail her.The tracker in Killian's car shows he's been at the same hospital too.I don't get it.Why's he in and out of a hospital with her?I try to lurk around a few nurses there but got nothing.Patient's confidentiality or whatever bullshit they called it.But I'll find out.I swear, I will.Right now, I've been able to get a mole in her workplace.It hasn't helped, she rarely talks to anyone but it's something.“I need you to still keep an eye on her. I want details of what she's up, do you understand me?”He nods, picks up his things and left.I lean back into the chair, my frustration growing with each passing second.I hate to be uncertain, unsure.Killian hasn't even stopped by to check on me, my cast is due to be removed but I guess I still need
Killian.“I'll let him know you're here, sir.” The petite lady at the front desk says.A new face. I'm not surprised. Seb changes secretaries like he changes his cars.“No need. He knows I'm here,”Her phone dings and when she looks up she nods at me with a polite smile.I head down the hall to Seb's office. He's on phone when I get to the door.I wait.Somehow that's my bypass.A deal he's been trying to secure for a while now.He keeps turning down my request to help but I know I need to if we're letting bygones.“Alright Mr. Jackson. I'll have my legal team prepare the contract.”I pull the doorknob and walk in, a bottle of wine in hand.He eyes me, carefully.I raise it.“I'm sorry. I seek peace,”He's silent and then slowly a smirk forms.“To hell with peace, Killian. Get your ass down but you're not forgiven,” he breathed out. “I'm still pissed, still bitter. You threw that in my face, unfiltered.”I go silent for a moment. Then I ease myself into the chair opposite from him.I
Tamara.The words stop me cold.I take a quick glance at Hilda and she's stiff.And a little stunned. She tries to hide it, of course, quickly repairing her expression. But I catch it.She didn't expect mom to spill, perhaps not yet, and definitely not now.I turn to mom and she's all tears, hiccups and snotty.This gets me.I try not to think of worse case scenario but my mom, her tears, her expression.She looks broken.She did something.I can feel it.I've never seen her cry this much, not even when Dad died.A lump lunges itself in my throat. I swallow.“She— she was what…?”Tears.They're pouring down her face.Heavy.Uncontrollably.“Mom?” I call out, my voice tight.But her sobs fills the room.Her tears tugs at my heart.I reach out to her. “Fine. You don't have to say it. I won't speak of it—,”“I hurt Katrina, deeply.”I pause, chest heaving.She wipes her face and lowers her head. “It was never my intention. But it happened and I couldn't erase that.”“Greg was there. I wa
Tamara.I clock out of work at four. Earlier than usual.It's not my next appointment yet, but that dull ache shoots through my lower abdomen. I called Dr. Emerald and mercifully she agreed to see me.My stomach hurts, so much and I worry about the baby.I walk, digging out my keys as I head to the parking lot.And then I feel it, again.That nauseating feeling that someone is watching me, trailing behind me.But when I turn, I see nothing.It beats me and— I can't tell if it's real or I'm just imagining it.I'm cautious when I start walking again but that feeling doesn't waver.The more I walked, the more intense it gets.I make a mental note to look into it, see if I'm being followed or not.I'll just talk to the company's security team tomorrow, demand a footage of the parking lot, anything.I won't just ignore it.Because as much as I'm uncertain, my gut tells me that I'm not wrong.Chloe's been too quiet lately.Doesn't show up like she'd usually do.She— she rarely clings to Kil
Tamara.I stir, a little, my eyes flicker open, slowly and then I feel my body resting on a strong frame.It jolts my memory.I snap my eyes open fully.Killian’s hand is to my stomach, his head leaning against the couch. I pull his hand off gently.He stirs, blinking awake.I extract myself from him and sit up.“Good morning,” I say out of lack of words.“Slept well?” He asks.I nod, swallow and stand.His eyes follows me. But he doesn't say anything else.I don't either.I just find my flops, slip my legs into it and walk.I start up the stairs and I can feel his eyes on me. I don't look back, not once.My mind races with each step, unsure if I should have thanked him at least for lending his arms.But this is another problem I can't think about right now.I need to go to work with only one thing in mind.Find Alex.****“Mr. Moore is not on sit,” Alex's assistant says from her desk, rising to her feet.I don't listen.I don't stop.He's in, his car is parked right out.Why'd he tel







