Chapter Twelve

Monday morning arrived with the weight of unfinished business.

Grayson sat at his desk, staring at the contact information pulled up on his screen. Trevor Blues, his private Investigator. The man had helped him with corporate intelligence more times than he could count.

One phone call. That's all it would take.

One phone call and he'd know everything. Who Shayla went home every night. Who this important person was. Whether it was a boyfriend, a husband, someone serious or someone casual.

His finger hovered over the number.

He could justify it. Frame it as a security measure. Background checks on all employees. Standard procedure for someone with access to sensitive company information

But it would be a lie.

And he'd spent seven years trying to become someone better than the man who'd betrayed, played and lied to her before.

Grayson closed the window with more force than necessary.

No. He wouldn't do that to her. He wouldn't invade her privacy, wouldn't treat her like a problem to be s