“Business meeting.” She looked at the clock. And a date.
“Hope you don’t mind me letting myself in. I begged the concierge to let me in and they agreed. They know you and I are traveling together. I was pacing the walls upstairs.”
“Uhm—”
“I was talking to Trina earlier today. She’s bouncing off the walls, too.”
“It’s called jet lag.”
Avery laughed, popped the cork. “Postvacation . . . postmarriage . . . prechapter in what the hell do we do next. That’s what it’s called.”
Lori knew Avery moving into a condo in the same building was probably a bad idea.
“Uhm . . . Avery . . .”
“Did you want white? I can open a red if you’d like.”
“I’m good with white,” Lori found herself saying. How the hell was she going to get Avery out of there before Reed showed up? He was due in less than a half an hour.
“Did Trina tell you what the security guards found in her house?”
“She didn’t call me about anything.”
“That’s surprising.”
“I’m flying to New York in the morning. What did they find?”
“Bugs.”
The first thing Lori thought of was an insect. Then her mind shifted. “You mean spy crap?”
“Yeah. They didn’t think it was there long, but they found several all over the house.”
“Holy cow.” Lori fished her cell out of her pocket and sent a quick text to Sam.
Do you know what is going on with the bugs in Trina’s house?
“Explains why she’s bouncing off the walls. My question is why would someone be spying on Trina? I don’t get it.”
“She’s worth a lot of money.”
“She’s also squeaky-clean, a virtual saint compared to me.”
Lori didn’t argue.
Her phone buzzed.
No details, just that Neil’s guys found them. You’re leaving tomorrow, right?
Avery poured the wine.
Yes.
Let me know what you find out.
Lori sipped the wine, put her phone down.
“Was Fedor in trouble with the law or anything?” Avery asked.
Lori shook her head. “No. Nothing like that.” Her eyes settled on the bags containing the groceries she’d bought for her date.
Shit . . . her date.
Six forty-five.
“I wonder if we’ll ever hear from the cruise line about Rogelio and Miguel.”
“I somehow doubt it will be anything we want to hear.”
“Still can’t believe I fell for that. What is wrong with me that I’m so ready to fall like that?”
Lori felt like she’d been answering this question for the better part of two weeks.
“He was the schmuck, not you. You had your guard down. On vacation in the sun halfway across the world. He’d obviously done this before.”
“I’m such an asshole.” Avery sucked down half her glass right as the bell at Lori’s door rang.
“Uhm . . .”
“Who could that be? It’s kinda late.”
“Well—”
Avery stared for a second before her eyes opened wider. “Wait . . . did you have something going on?”
“Kinda.”
Lori looked in her hallway mirror, rolled her eyes at the day-old appearance that stared back at her.
“Why didn’t you say something?” Avery called from the kitchen.
Lori smoothed a hand down her skirt and opened the door.
Her jaw dropped. “Danny? What are you—”
“Oh, hello . . . who are you?” Avery asked from behind Lori.
Danny’s devilish smile and charm swept over Avery before settling on her. “Hey, sis.”
Danny had a bag slung over his shoulder as he passed through her threshold. “Did I know you were coming?”
“We talked about late summer.”
Yeah, last Christmas. Not a word since.
“Uhm . . .”
Danny pushed past her, dropped his bag in her foyer, and extended a hand to Avery with a flirty smile. “I’m Lori’s much younger brother.”
“I’m Avery.” Avery’s voice dropped an octave, as if she were in a smoky bar, sizing up a man offering to buy her a drink. She turned to Lori. “Did I know you had a brother?”
“No.”
“And here I thought you had a date.”
Lori ducked around the corner, past the two who were saying way too much with their eyes, to see the clock. “I do have a date.”
“Do you live with my sister?” Danny asked, completely ignoring Lori.
“No. I have my own place upstairs.”
“It’s nice to have neighbors.”
Lori closed her eyes. “This is sooo not going to happen!” She put a hand between her brother and her client and waved them apart as if that was possible.
“You always were so bossy, sis.” Danny leaned in and kissed Lori’s cheek. “How is that death job you have? Shuffling papers and making calls?”
She wanted to call her brother out on his lack of job but held her comments back.
“C’mon in, Danny. We just opened a bottle of wine.”
Lori squeezed her hands tight. How had her quiet naked night with Reed become so crowded?
She started to follow the others when there was a knock on her door.
Reed stood with a jacket and a bottle of red wine.
“Who’s that?” Avery called from the kitchen.
Reed’s smile dropped.
Lori shook her head and pulled him inside. She lifted both hands in the air. “I’m sorry in advance.”
“You have company?”
“I didn’t—”
Avery walked around the corner. “Reed? I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Lori shook her head. “I told you I had plans.”
“Oh, well.” Avery took the wine from Reed’s hand. “Let me open this for you.”
Lori wanted to crawl in a corner and hide.
Reed peeked around the corner. “Are we having a party?”
She moved close and whispered, “I came in and Avery was making herself at home . . . then my brother showed up unannounced.”
He tilted his head. “Your brother is here?”
“Should we Uber in some food?” Avery asked from the kitchen.
Lori stepped close to Reed and rested her forehead on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
The strength of his arms circled her back. “Don’t be.”
“. . . and then Lori stood up, grabbed the largest knife on the table, and proceeded to hack the turkey right down the middle. She grabbed her plate once she’d managed to butcher the poor, dead bird, shoved as much of it as she could on one tiny plate, and then damn near threw it at Uncle Joe and said, ‘There ya go, half for you, half for Dad, carve the damn thing the way you want!’”
Lori buried her head in her hands. “It wasn’t one of my finer moments.”
Danny talked around the forkful of food he’d just shoved into his mouth. “The best part—”
“Oh, God.”
Danny ignored his sister and kept going.
“. . . was when she pulled off one of the turkey legs with her bare hand, waved it in the air, and told the men to grow up before stomping out of the dining room.”
Reed tried to picture her waving poultry at her arguing family.
“There hasn’t been a holiday dinner since where Lori doesn’t have a turkey leg on her plate.”
The red in Lori’s face was priceless. “I don’t even like dark meat.”
Danny shoved his sister’s shoulder with his. “Serious props. Uncle Joe and Dad never bitch about who does a better job at carving a turkey anymore.”
“They were being ridiculous.”
“And you reacted with poise and grace?” Avery asked.
“I’m an attorney. I cut it down the middle. Seemed appropriate at the time.”
“My f
amily dinners are full of ‘pass the salt’ and ‘how are your roses growing this year, Adeline?’ I have the most boring family ever,” Avery exclaimed.
“That isn’t always a bad thing,” Lori told her.
“One of these days I’m going to have to do something outrageous just to have something to talk about every year.”
“You just divorced a millionaire. I’m sure that will keep the gossip going for a while.”
Avery had already given the skinny to Danny about her recent divorce and how she knew Lori. Information that Reed knew but now felt free to talk about.
“My family half expected it.”
“Oh?” Danny questioned.
“Yeah, Bernie was exactly what my family wanted me to be with. Most of them whispered that it wouldn’t last.”
Danny looked genuinely bothered by her statement. “That sucks.”
“Whatever. It didn’t last.” Avery flipped her hair and turned on her smile. “So, Danny, how long are you staying in town?”
Lori leaned in. “Yeah, how long are you sleeping on my couch?”
“Don’t you have a guest room?” he asked.
“Depends on how long you’re staying.”
Danny narrowed his eyes at his sister. “I know you love me, sis. Don’t even try and deny me.”
“I love you for two weeks in my guest room or three weeks on my couch . . . four and you’re sleeping on the floor.”
Danny placed a hand over his chest. “You wound me.”
“Danny . . .”
“Two weeks. I’m actually on my way south of the border. I hear there’s some great fishing off Cabo.”
“You’re a fisherman?” Avery asked.
He shook his head. “No, I’m just allergic to work, and fishing is a great way to tan, eat, and make a few bucks.”
Reed soaked in Lori’s body language.
If he was reading her right, she wasn’t kidding when she suggested her brother sleep on the floor if he planned on staying longer than he was welcome.
Avery tipped the last of the second bottle of white wine into her glass. It was empty. She reached for the red, shook the half an inch in the bottom of the bottle. “Should we open another one?”
Lori looked up at a clock on the wall. “I have to get some sleep. I have an early flight in the morning.”
“But I just got here,” Danny said.
“And if you had called, I would have told you to wait a few days.”
“You know I hate phones.”
Lori glanced at Reed. “He doesn’t have a cell phone.”
“How is that possible?” Avery asked.
“He makes collect calls.”
“As in he calls an operator to make a call?” Reed knew there was doubt in his voice.
“He . . .” Danny said as he pointed to his chest. “Is sitting right here. And yes, it’s much cheaper than a cell phone.”
“For you!” Lori told him.
Danny worked her like a violin. “I’m worth it.”
Lori directed her unamused glare toward Reed. “See what I have to deal with?”
Yeah, he saw it. Danny was a couch surfer, and this month he was landing on Lori’s. Something he guessed had happened before. The question was if Danny took full advantage or not. He seemed like a decent enough guy.
Avery was certainly charmed.
“I hate to be the buzzkill—”
“Since when?” Danny asked his sister.
Lori glared. “But I gotta get some sleep.”
“You’re going to see Trina, right?” Avery asked as she stood and grabbed some of the empty boxes of Chinese food they’d ordered.
“Yeah. The estate attorney is meeting us at two tomorrow.”
“Sounds boring,” Danny said.
Not to Reed. He was quite interested in what Lori and Avery were muttering about. He picked up their plates and followed them into the kitchen.
“I’m worried about her,” Avery told Lori. “She said something about someone spying on her.”
Reed stacked the dishes by the sink. “Why would someone be spying on Trina?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Her bodyguard people found bugs in her house when she arrived home from Spain,” Avery told him.
Lori smiled but didn’t add anything.
“Trina didn’t seem like a woman who holds secrets.”
Avery blinked a few times, glanced at Lori, and said, “I was thinking about going to her place for a while. I think she can use a friend.”
Lori released a breath she seemed to be holding. “That’s a great idea. I’d love to know that she has someone close that she can talk to.”
Avery glanced toward the dining room table, where Danny was collecting empty wineglasses. “He’s a bad idea . . . isn’t he?” she whispered to Lori.
“He’s my brother!”
“Okay, okay . . . when are you flying home?”
“Saturday morning.”
“I’ll fly out Friday. Can you water my plants while I’m gone?”
Lori narrowed her eyes. “Do you have plants?”
Avery laughed. “No.”
Lori nudged her. “I’ll let you know if the building catches fire.”
“Perfect.”
Lori turned her attention to Reed.
He nodded toward the living room.
She followed.
He placed a hand on her waist and pulled her close until he could circle her with his arms. “You take care of everyone, don’t you?”
“You noticed.”
There was a tension in her frame, in her eyes. “Who takes care of you?” he whispered.
Her strangled smile fell. “I’m good.”
“Everyone needs someone to look out for them once in a while.”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time.”
Laughter from the kitchen had them both looking back.
“Sorry about tonight,” she told him.
“You know . . . for a strong, independent woman, you sure do apologize a lot for things you can’t control.”
“I do?”
“Yes. You do.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Call me when you land in New York.”
“Why?”
Yeah, why had he told her to do that? Then it dawned on him. “I want to know you arrived safely.”
For the first time since they’d met, doubt crossed her face.
“Okay?” he asked.
“The chance of a plane dropping from the sky is less likely than me biting it in the car on the way to the airport.”
God, she was adorable when she went all lawyer on him.
“Then text me when you get to the airport, and then call when you land in New York.”
She blinked several times. “Fine. I’ll do that.”
“Did that hurt?” he asked.
Lori started to shake her head before she turned that shake into a nod. “Yes.”
“Good.”
Chapter Seventeen
Lori stepped away from her priority seat on the commercial airline slightly frazzled. The hour delay on her flight gave her very little time to commute into Manhattan for her two o’clock meeting with Mr. Crockett and Trina. Thankfully, she didn’t need to stick around the airport for luggage since she only had a carry-on.
“I’m late,” she told the driver she’d hired to pick her up from the airport. The second he closed the door and settled behind the wheel, she said, “I’ll pay for your speeding ticket.”
He glanced at her from the rearview mirror and sped off.
Gotta love New York. Hand gestures and horns, the drivers took a “hold no prisoner” approach to driving in order to get where they wanted. How any of the cars there survived was a mystery.
Lori fingered through the files on Alice Petrov and her estimated wealth that she’d obtained before Trina married Fedor. During her flight, she’d spent the first hour reading before lingering jet lag knocked her out. When she woke, she had barely an hour to refresh he
r memory about the Petrov players. Who was going to be happy with Alice’s decision to leave her estate to Trina, and who was going to fight?
Up until the last months of Alice’s life, she was an active member on the board of the oil company her family had founded. She was the eldest of three girls, all of whom were given equal shares of the company upon their father’s death.
Lori placed a hand against the seat to keep from toppling over when the driver cut off a horn-blaring car.
She turned the page of her document, skimmed the next page of Alice’s bio, the part where she took a philanthropic role in many organizations: Women’s Health United, Women for Women, Empowering Girls, Battered but Not Broken, Federation of the United . . . and finally, Girl Scouts.
A corner of Lori’s brain started to itch. Something, or some chain of events, must have prompted this path of philanthropy.
Her body lurched forward as her driver pulled to an abrupt stop before the high-rise on Forty-Second.
She looked at her watch.
One fifty.
“You’re good.” She pulled a hundred-dollar bill from her wallet, added that to predetermined fare.
He handed her his card. “Anytime you’re in the city.”
“I’ll keep you in mind.”
He jumped out, but she was already one foot out the door before he could open it for her.
Cars honked behind his double-parked effort, not that he seemed to care.
Before she reached the doors of the building, her phone rang.
She answered without looking at who called. “I’m on my way in right now.”
“Hey.”
The voice threw her. She was expecting Trina on the other end.
“You didn’t call me when you landed.”
She damn near tripped as she hustled through the glass doors. “Reed?”
“Were you expecting someone else?”
His call was so unexpected she stopped walking when she should be running. “My flight was late, I fell asleep . . .”
“I was worried.”
The wind in her lungs rushed out.
She started walking again and found herself flat in the middle of a massive chest.
Looking up, her heart beat for entirely different reasons. “Mr. Petrov.” She took a giant step back.
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