LOGINPENELOPE ***THE NEXT DAY "You've seen him three times this week," Jonathan spoke quietly, as if he had been holding this back for a while. He stood in the doorway of my apartment, lingering for thirty seconds while I pretended to focus on my phone. "We work together. Remember?" I replied. "You don't work together," he countered. "You have a financial arrangement and that's the difference." "He came here on Wednesday and today you spent four hours at his office." "You've been counting," I pointed out. "I've been noticing," he said. "You sound like you're keeping a record," I said. "I sound like a man who is trying to understand where he stands," he replied. "You know where you stand," I insisted. "Do I?" he replied. "Because from here, it seems like Adrian has a lot more of your time than I do." I stood up from my chair. "You're doing it again." "Doing what?" he asked. "Making my choices about you," I said. "Deciding that the time I spend with someone else says somethin
PENELOPE "Seraphina," I repeated back. The word landed flat without a place to go. I stepped back from the door as they came in. Adrian sat on the chair by the window, and Jonathan stood near the doorway at half past midnight. I stayed close to the door. "Play it," I ordered. "Penelope...I can explain." Jonathan began. "Play the recording," I interrupted. "I want to hear it." He took out his phone and played with it. I listened to the whole thing which lasted for eleven minutes. I listened as my sister told the man I had been cautious about for a year to keep showing up. I heard him say How do I compete with someone who was there when I wasn't.' I listened to Seraphina say 'You don't compete, you just be what you are.' And then his voice alone. 'Don't pull back on me, Penelope.' The recording stopped. "So...You called her the night I kissed you," I said to Jonathan. Then he said. "I needed to say something to someone and I..." He stopped. "I know how it sounds."
ADRIAN "The night she kissed me back," Jonathan muttered. "Yes," I replied. "What was Marcus recording that night?" "I don't know," I said. "He hasn't said what's on it. Just that it exists and that it involves someone close to Penelope right now." I set the phone on the table. "And that we need to hear it before the detective does." Jonathan glanced at the phone. "This is Marcus controlling information from the custody," he reminded me. "Don't forget that." "I know what it is," I said. "But if there's something on that recording that could hurt Penelope, I'd prefer to know about it first instead of her hearing it unexpectedly from a detective." Jonathan remained silent and he picked up the phone. His expression didn’t change, but his jaw showed he was considering it, which needed careful thought. "We can't go to him," Jonathan stated. "He's in custody." "He's not telling us to go to him," I explained. "He says he'll send it." "Through what channel?" Jonathan qu
Adrian's POVI saw them through the window.I hadn't planned to, but I was walking past the building on my way to a meeting I had rescheduled twice already. I glanced up at the entrance, as you do at places that have become familiar, and there was Jonathan, with his hand on her face and his mouth on hers.I stopped walking...Just for a second.Then I kept moving as I reached the end of the street and I stood at the corner.I had told myself I was okay with it.But that wasn’t true.***The meeting the next day was pointless.I sat near three people who talked about numbers. I nodded while my mind wandered to the pavement outside Penelope's building and Jonathan Blackwood's hand on her face.I thought about it often enough to have worn a groove in my mind, but saying " I love you" felt like pressure. The last thing I wanted to do was add to her burdens.Jonathan must have said it in the recordings.I had heard about that from the detective, so I knew what Jonathan had said about her, a
PENELOPE***THE NEXT DAY "He said what?" Jonathan's voice came out flat as he was struggling to hold it together.I sat beside him in the penthouse, the phone displaying the detective's message."Marcus told them everything," I said. "In exchange for reduced charges. He provides the names, dates, and payments. He also gave them something else.""What?" Jonathan asked."The Recordings," I replied."He kept recordings?" he said."Apparently, he recorded every significant conversation in your office for the last eighteen months," I explained. "He said he did it for protection, in case Webb ever turned on him.""He had recordings, with you and everyone," Jonathan repeated, not inquiring but just stating it.Jonathan stood up and he walked to the window."He heard everything," Jonathan said. "Every conversation I had about you," he continued. "About what I was feeling, about..." He stopped."About all of it," I said.He turned back to face me. "He gave those recordings to Webb," he state
PENELOPE "Ohh, that's my sister. She said she needs to meet me," I said."She is always needing something," Jonathan said. "That's not new.""I think she actually mean it this time," I said. "Look at it. She didn't even try to explain herself." I placed the phone down. "She's just asking.""Or she wants you to think that," he said."Possibly," I said. "But I've known Seraphina for years and this doesn't seem like a performance."He sat back in the chair.Nora was on the floor, sucking on one of her toys."What would you do if I weren't here right now?" he asked."I would probably go," I answered "Then why is my presence changing your answer?" he asked again."Because I'm trying to factor in how you feel about it," I answered.He thought about my answer for a while."Penelope," he said. "Don't do what you did when we were still married. Don't make smaller decisions because you're trying to account for my reaction. That's not what I want from you. I want you to decide what you want an







