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Another excerpt.
On his first day back in the office, Alex faced a conundrum. Exactly where did
his loyalties lie? With a woman he barely knew? Or the man with whom he had a contract? He stared at the folder on his desk, remembering how good it felt with nothing to do but sit on a hillside and watch the grass grow. On impulse, he peered out his office window. Hell, he couldn’t even see the ground let alone any grass.
He opened the folder and studied Sylvie Gardner’s picture, curious as to why
Endicott was so set on finding her when she obviously didn’t want to be found. She hadn’t broken any laws that he knew of. Although Endicott claimed she’d stolen from him, Alex didn’t believe that for a minute. Not unless stealing the man’s heart was the crime, which he doubted. Endicott had to have a heart in order for it to be stolen. No, the woman had simply changed her mind, no crime there. And after meeting the pompous Tim Endicott, he didn’t blame her one bit. He thought about saying he’d hit a dead end. But he’d already accepted a retainer, which made that course of action unethical. So, like it or not, he had a moral and legal obligation to report his findings. Grimacing, Alex reached for the phone. Sometimes his job really sucked.
“Did you find the little bitch?” Endicott snapped the moment Alex announced
himself.
Alex thought about his plans for the remainder of his fee. He’d promised Gran
a nice vacation once his agency was on sound footing, and Endicott’s money
would go a long way toward achieving that goal. Without it, he was looking at
another six months of robbing Peter to pay Paul. Or, to be more precise, robbing VISA to pay MasterCard.
Fingering Sylvie’s photo, he recalled the look on her face when he stuck a
flower in her thick, reddish-brown hair. She reacted as if she’d never experienced a man’s gentle touch before—a damn shame if that were true. And now he was about to reveal her whereabouts to some ass who’d probably make her life a living hell.
Without further thought, Alex snapped the folder shut. “Sorry, sir,” he said.
“It seems the woman’s dropped off the face of the earth.” Then he hung up,
leaned back in his chair, and heaved a sigh. Gran wouldn’t mind waiting a little
longer for that vacation.
End of excerpt. Thanks for reading.
Joyce
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