Be Your Everything [All for Love] (BookStrand Publishing Romance) by Peri Elizabeth Scott Page A

thoroughly, undercover. Heather’s stomach and sex clenched simultaneously. Can you say used ?
    “What are you going to do?”
    “I don’t know. I guess go back to work and pretend.”
    “Pretend what? That the man you’ve fallen ass over heels for is a fake? You’re not gonna tell your boss?” Moesha’s voice once again climbed the octaves.
    Heather pushed to her feet, capping the water bottle and sticking it in her purse. “Nope. If the police are involved I’m not getting involved.”
    “You are involved!”
    “Not anymore. He used me to get information, I guess, but I don’t have anything to tell him, at least none I’m aware of. I’m Mr. Grayson’s secretary, not his personal assistant. Probably he just wanted an extra pair of eyes on Grayson.” All those TV series on cops gave her insight. It had to be her boss being investigated because Matthew had focused in on her, the one person in the office most likely to have the most information about Grayson. And while she wouldn’t tell Moesha, Heather cared enough about Matthew not to blow his cover, spoil his investigation. Revenge wasn’t a dish she was interested in supping from.
    Moesha stood and got in her face, though had to lean down to do it. “But he’ll be back!”
    “I know. Tomorrow. That’s when he told me he’d be back. I guess he had stuff to do that didn’t include being at the office. It included his other life. I’ll be okay by then. I’ll tell him I’m not interested in him anymore and that’ll be that.”
    “Oh, honey. I’m sorry.” The pity in Moesha’s voice was too much to bear.
    Heather forced a smile. “Not to worry. We were just dating. Not like we were planning the future together or anything. It was a shock to learn his real identity today, that’s all. You know how we all feel guilty when we see a cop. But I haven’t done anything wrong so it’ll be fine.”
    Thank goodness she hadn’t told her best friend about the incredible night with Matthew. Or the morning. Heather regretted both but perversely wanted to covet the memory. It had been too special, too precious to share right away. She wanted to revel in it and relive it, afraid she’d jinx things if she shared earlier. Now she had to live without Matthew somehow and cope with the aching emptiness in the middle of her chest. It was bad enough she’d blithered on and on about Matthew to her friend, confiding her girlish hopes and fantasies. And it hadn’t escaped Heather’s notice that he’d taken her to bed the night before he “returned” to head office, only to come back early. Maybe he was on a schedule or something. Maybe his work here was nearly done and he didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to have sex with her.
    “He screwed up, girlfriend. He could have had something special.” Moesha paused and Heather waited for more platitudes. But her friend had nothing more to say on the subject. Instead, she urged Heather into motion.
    “Well, we need to get back now or you won’t have to worry about seeing him on the job. You won’t have one!”
    Jameson and Company ran a tight ship. They didn’t expect their employees to punch a clock, but break times were set in stone. Mr. Grayson was worse than anal, and Moesha’s boss followed the rules to a T. The rush back to the office made them breathless and served to curtail any more questions or comments from Moesha, who surely had formulated some new theories by now. Heather hoped her friend would keep her mouth shut about Matthew on all fronts. Moesha was smart and knew which side her bread was buttered on, so she likely wouldn’t let on about his undercover status, but Heather knew she was in for some best friend intervention. Shit. How was she supposed to get through the next few days with aplomb? It didn’t matter how. She’d get it done. And Matthew Bourke would be relegated to the lesson learned file. The file wasn’t too thick, and she was damned if it was going to get any