desired. I was the one who'd blown it. I was perfectly willing to take that responsibility. But I wanted her disabled from ever getting the truth out. Though, in a weird way, part of me wanted to thank her for bringing things to a head with Kay. If not for the stranger, I would have always wondered whether Kay and I could have had something together. Now I knew.
I turned to Dick. "What do you think?"
Dick studied the laptop. He snapped a screenshot and grinned as he turned to me. "See that expression right there? That smug little look she's wearing. I've seen that expression hundreds of times before. That's what we call falling head, heart, and sinker for our little trap. She's noticed your friend now. She's identified him as her next mark. He's good. He's left just enough cash hanging out of his pockets to catch her eye." Dick laughed. "We'll get her. We've got her now."
My gut clenched. I was ready to confront her. "When do you think she'll make her move?"
Dick was studying the screen again. "Give her a little time to woo him. Thrill of the hunt is part of the game and the high for her. Like a cat playing with a mouse."
I hated to think of myself as her mouse.
"She's watching him to see what he likes before she moves in. She wants to be certain she can charm him. That she knows all she can about him. What he likes to drink. His particular tics. Is he nervous or steady? What kind of woman catches his eye? Our girl Sandra next to him. We already briefed him to play up to her. We want to see if our chameleon will make herself look like Sandra. I believe she will. It's part of her MO.
"Here, let me just switch channels and cue Dex in."
Dex was wearing a wire and a mic.
"Dex, she's spotted you. Don't turn and look, but she's behind you to your left. Flirt with Sandra on your right. Let's force Macy to make a move."
Dick turned back to me. "Don't worry. She has dollar signs in her eyes now. She isn't going to let him get away."
----
K ayla
I stared at the folder in my hand and back to Harry, my heart in my stomach.
In stark contrast to the first time I'd met Harry, he looked sympathetic. As if he was on my side this time.
"Divorce papers? Again?" I blinked back tears, trying hard not to cry. "What happened to big, paper-serving guy and his black SUV? And shouldn't you say something stunning and erudite like 'You've been served'?" I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
Harry looked embarrassed. "These aren't divorce papers. Not yet." He cleared his throat and looked around nervously. "Can we speak in private?"
Which I took to mean not in front of Magda or Veronica, the part-time maid. I led Harry to one of the guest rooms that I'd appropriated for my office, and shut the door.
The room was appointed with a desk, sofa in front of the windows, and chairs.
"Have a seat," I said. "Can I get you something?"
He shook his head. "I'm won't stay long. In fact, I'm not here at all, if you catch my drift. Justin could fire my ass for giving this to you." He waved that intriguing, almost beguiling folder again.
"Now you not only have my attention, but my curiosity as well." I took a seat on the sofa in front of the windows, mostly because it felt like my legs had gone to jelly and were about to give out.
Harry opened the folder and pulled out a familiar envelope.
I gasped.
Harry frowned. "What?"
"I recognize that envelope!" It was the one Jus had caught me with in the closet right after our wedding. The one I'd been so tempted to read. The one that said, To My Wife Kayla, to be read the day before our divorce.
So that was what he'd done with it! What was so secret inside it? All the old questions and curiosity surfaced.
"You do?"
I explained.
Harry was still frowning. "I didn't realize you'd seen it before. Justin entrusted this to me with instructions that I was to give it to you the day before your divorce became final."
My heart did a nosedive for my stomach. I went totally cold to the core.
"Yes, I know. It
I turned to Dick. "What do you think?"
Dick studied the laptop. He snapped a screenshot and grinned as he turned to me. "See that expression right there? That smug little look she's wearing. I've seen that expression hundreds of times before. That's what we call falling head, heart, and sinker for our little trap. She's noticed your friend now. She's identified him as her next mark. He's good. He's left just enough cash hanging out of his pockets to catch her eye." Dick laughed. "We'll get her. We've got her now."
My gut clenched. I was ready to confront her. "When do you think she'll make her move?"
Dick was studying the screen again. "Give her a little time to woo him. Thrill of the hunt is part of the game and the high for her. Like a cat playing with a mouse."
I hated to think of myself as her mouse.
"She's watching him to see what he likes before she moves in. She wants to be certain she can charm him. That she knows all she can about him. What he likes to drink. His particular tics. Is he nervous or steady? What kind of woman catches his eye? Our girl Sandra next to him. We already briefed him to play up to her. We want to see if our chameleon will make herself look like Sandra. I believe she will. It's part of her MO.
"Here, let me just switch channels and cue Dex in."
Dex was wearing a wire and a mic.
"Dex, she's spotted you. Don't turn and look, but she's behind you to your left. Flirt with Sandra on your right. Let's force Macy to make a move."
Dick turned back to me. "Don't worry. She has dollar signs in her eyes now. She isn't going to let him get away."
----
K ayla
I stared at the folder in my hand and back to Harry, my heart in my stomach.
In stark contrast to the first time I'd met Harry, he looked sympathetic. As if he was on my side this time.
"Divorce papers? Again?" I blinked back tears, trying hard not to cry. "What happened to big, paper-serving guy and his black SUV? And shouldn't you say something stunning and erudite like 'You've been served'?" I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
Harry looked embarrassed. "These aren't divorce papers. Not yet." He cleared his throat and looked around nervously. "Can we speak in private?"
Which I took to mean not in front of Magda or Veronica, the part-time maid. I led Harry to one of the guest rooms that I'd appropriated for my office, and shut the door.
The room was appointed with a desk, sofa in front of the windows, and chairs.
"Have a seat," I said. "Can I get you something?"
He shook his head. "I'm won't stay long. In fact, I'm not here at all, if you catch my drift. Justin could fire my ass for giving this to you." He waved that intriguing, almost beguiling folder again.
"Now you not only have my attention, but my curiosity as well." I took a seat on the sofa in front of the windows, mostly because it felt like my legs had gone to jelly and were about to give out.
Harry opened the folder and pulled out a familiar envelope.
I gasped.
Harry frowned. "What?"
"I recognize that envelope!" It was the one Jus had caught me with in the closet right after our wedding. The one I'd been so tempted to read. The one that said, To My Wife Kayla, to be read the day before our divorce.
So that was what he'd done with it! What was so secret inside it? All the old questions and curiosity surfaced.
"You do?"
I explained.
Harry was still frowning. "I didn't realize you'd seen it before. Justin entrusted this to me with instructions that I was to give it to you the day before your divorce became final."
My heart did a nosedive for my stomach. I went totally cold to the core.
"Yes, I know. It
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