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??Yeah, I think so.”
Adam leaned forward to explain the plan. “We’ve got a hidden mic and camera on Amy, so we’ll be able to keep track of her every move – just in case he tries anything. We can sit in the car and monitor her from the laptop – listen to what he’s saying and even record him if he confesses anything.”
“Sounds great,” Dylan said. “And where are you meeting him? In a restaurant?”
“Um, no,” Amy said. “At his house. He gave me his address.”
Both men gazed at her in shock.
“You’re not serious?” Adam asked.
Amy shrugged. “That’s what he wants. What’s the problem?”
“I thought you’d meet in a public place,” Adam said. “I’m not happy with this.”
“Why? I’ll have my cell phone; you’ll be monitoring me. And I do know how to use a front door. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Adam squeezed her hand gently. “Tariq lives in his late-parents’ house on the outskirts of town… it’s this big old mansion on a hill. Middle of nowhere, you know? I’d prefer it if you could meet in a café – and sit in the window where we can see you.”
Amy tried not to get drawn into Adam’s worries – she was nervous enough as it was. “Well, it’s too late to change things now – he’ll get suspicious. You’ll be monitoring me with the camera and mic. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“Well, if he tries to hurt you, I’ll fucking break his arms.”
“I’m sure he’s not planning on harming her, Adam,” Dylan said.
Adam glared at his brother. “Not unless he wants a ticket straight to hell...”
Dylan opened his mouth to reply, but Adam continued talking. “Look, Dylan, there’s something we need to tell you…”
Dylan raised an eyebrow. “You’re not getting married, are you?”
Adam burst into laughter. “No!” He glanced at Amy. She blushed at the thought – but how sweet that such a notion had entered Dylan’s mind and popped out of his mouth! She wondered what Adam had been saying to his brother about her. Or perhaps he’d noticed a change in Adam’s behaviour. Amy felt proud that she’d won the heart of this playboy and tamed him for the better.
Adam fell serious. “I’m gonna tell you the truth about Ivan. It’s what Tariq told Amy…”
Dylan stiffened. “Right?”
“Yeah… I’ll get you a drink. Be right back.”
“Why, Adam? Let’s just hear it.”
Adam ignored him and sped off to the kitchen, leaving Amy to chat with someone who clearly didn’t enjoy small talk.
She reached out to the designer coffee table and picked up the cup of tea she’d made before Dylan had arrived. She stared into the warm liquid and prepared herself to ask Dylan about his weekend, but shock made her almost drop her cup, as he spoke sincerely.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole to you, Amy. It’s been a tough month. I do appreciate what you’re doing for us today. Especially after what we’re doing to your company.”
She forced herself to relax. “Thank you for saying that. And it’s fine. We all cope with loss differently. I know I wasn’t the nicest to be around when my mother died.”
“Well, we certainly can’t say that about you now.”
“What?”
“I’m just saying I think you’re nice, that’s all.”
She sipped her tea. “Oh. Thanks.”