LOGINLaylaPeter was waiting near my desk when I arrived.“Morning.”“Morning.”He handed me a folder. “Your assignments are back with you. Nothing was reassigned permanently yesterday, so there shouldn’t be much to catch up on.”I took it from him. “Harvey spoke to you?”“Last night. He told me the decision to remove you was his and that you wanted your work restored.”That sounded like Harvey. No attempt to pretend Peter had misunderstood him. No attempt to make yesterday disappear.“Thank you.”Peter nodded. “Legal wants to meet with you at ten. They’re reviewing the material sent to the board.”“Am I being investigated?”“No. The allegations are being reviewed. There’s a difference.”There was, although I wasn’t sure everyone outside this building would care.“I’ll be there.”Peter started away, then stopped. “For what it’s worth, nobody reviewing Tectrics has raised a concern about your work.”That mattered more than reassurance would have. “Thank you.”I sat down and opened the folde
LaylaBy the time I finished telling Marissa what had happened, I was angry all over again.She sat beside me on the sofa, staring at the photograph on my phone. “So someone watched Adrian stop you from falling, took this, and decided to make it look like something else.”“Yes.”“And now people are questioning your job because of it.”“And Harvey decided the best way to protect my job was to take my work away.”Marissa handed my phone back. “I’d be furious.”“I am.”That was the simplest part of it. I understood why Harvey had called legal. I understood why Whitmore Capital needed communications involved once the board and the press were asking questions. What I didn’t understand was why any of that had turned into Harvey deciding what happened to me without speaking to me first.He had taken me off my assignments. Communications had told me not to respond to anyone. Then McKenzie had been sent to tell me it would be better if I went home. Not one of those decisions had been mine.“I
Layla“It wasn’t only the photograph.”Harvey crossed the space between us and handed me his phone. I read the first few lines and felt my stomach tighten.Someone had sent the board a detailed account of my history with the Whitmore family. My engagement to Taylor. The financial help he had given me while we were together. My father getting his job through an opportunity Taylor helped arrange. My mother’s medical expenses.Then it moved to Whitmore Capital.I had applied for a position after ending my engagement to Taylor. Harvey had seen my application. I had been hired as a senior investment analyst. Not long afterward, I had been assigned to Tectrics, an investment Harvey was directly involved in.There was more.The overnight Tectrics trip. The hotel. Harvey and I sharing an executive suite. Our relationship being disclosed afterward.Then the photograph of Adrian and me.Nothing said I had slept with Adrian. Nothing said Harvey had hired me because he wanted me. Nothing said I h
LaylaBy the time we left the Morrison resort, the weekend already felt too short.Our bags were being loaded into Harvey’s car when Adrian came down the steps behind us. “It was good meeting you, Layla.”“You too.”He looked at Harvey. “Try not to disappear for another six months.”“I saw you yesterday.”“That wasn’t what I meant.”Harvey opened my door. “I know.”Adrian stepped back. Kate came out with Sophie a few minutes later. She hugged her brother goodbye before turning to me. “Have a safe drive.”“You too.”Harvey and I left soon after.Mom sounded tired when I called from the car, but she insisted she was fine. The hospital was still monitoring her, and there had been no change to the surgery date. Three weeks had sounded far enough away when Dr. Bellamy first said it. It didn’t anymore.I ended the call and rested my head against the seat. Harvey glanced at me. “Everything okay?”“Yes. She’s tired.”His hand left the steering wheel long enough to squeeze mine. I looked out a
LaylaI woke to the quiet tapping of a keyboard. For several seconds, I stayed exactly where I was, warm beneath the sheets, watching Harvey work from the small table near the windows. He’d pulled on a pair of dark pants but nothing else. Morning light stretched across his bare back and shoulders as he read something on the laptop screen.“You’re trying to finish before the trail?”Harvey glanced over. “Yes.”Heat crept into my cheeks before I could stop it. He’d gotten up early to finish his work because I’d wanted to go on the trail, and he’d decided he wanted to come with me. It shouldn’t have made me as happy as it did.I pushed the covers back and crossed the room. His coffee was beside the laptop. I picked it up and took a drink.Harvey watched me. “There’s a coffee machine ten feet from you.”“This one was already made.”“It was also mine.”I took another sip before setting it down. His hand caught my wrist before I could move away.“You’re becoming a problem.”“You can make an
LaylaThe last time I’d gone away for a weekend with Harvey, I’d spent most of it pretending I wasn’t attracted to him.This time, my suitcase was in the trunk beside his.Rhys had invited us to spend the weekend at a resort owned by his family, a few hours outside the city. Harvey had mentioned it earlier in the week as though he were asking whether I wanted Thai food rather than inviting me into another part of his life.“Rhys is having people up to the resort this weekend.”I’d looked up from the file I was reading. “People?”“Friends.”“You have those?”Harvey had stared at me.I’d smiled.Then he’d told me who was going. Rhys, Declan, Sophie, Celeste, Kate and Kate’s brother, whom I’d somehow never met.“Taylor isn’t going?”“He’s in Chicago until Sunday.”“Do you want to go?”Not We’re going.Do you want to go?“Yes.”So we went.The Morrison resort appeared beyond the trees near the edge of a wide lake, all stone, dark timber and glass overlooking water that reflected the surro







