Chapter Twenty-Three
Graham was sitting behind his desk in his office when someone knocked. “Come in.”
Tony walked in with a folder.
“What’s up?” Graham asked.
“I think I figured out who that guy was that was in your office.”
Graham sat back.
“Do you know a woman by the name of Gina McMillan?”
“Yeah. She’s the one I’ve dated on and off for a few years.”
“It’s her brother Thomas who was in your office,” Tony said.
“Why?”
“Did you have a bad breakup?”
“The last time I saw her, I told her I wasn’t going to waste any more time on her. She was a raving bitch. I’m shocked I put up with her for so long, but the woman knew how to give head.”
Tony snorted. “I’ll do some more checking.”
“I’ll have her stop by so she and I can talk. I want to be able to see her face when I talk about her brother.”
Tony nodded. “I don’t blame you. Do you want one of the guys around or me?”
“No, but make sure she’s frisked and her bag is checked. I wouldn’t put it past her to try to shoot me.”
Tony walked to the door. “Call me with a date and time so I can give the guys a heads-up.” He left, closing it behind him.
“You got it.”
Graham sat back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck, the last thing he wanted to do was see the woman, but this needed to be resolved as soon as it could. He dialed her number and waited.
“Darling,” she answered the phone.
He rolled his eyes. “Hey, babe, any chance you can come by the house? I want to see you, but I can’t leave this place for a while.”
“Of course. I knew you’d come back to me.”
Her laugh was shrill. It hurt his ears and made him grit his teeth. “When’s a good time?”
“I can come tonight, say around six. We can have a nice meal and then go up to your room. You know this will be the first time I’ve been to your house or met your family?”
Yeah, he did know, and he wished she didn’t have to now. “I guess I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay, darling. Our relationship will grow with us taking this step.”
“I’m sure it will,” he said. “I’ll see you at six.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
He dialed Tony and told him the time.
“I’ll have some men detain her to check her out and a few extra in the house.”
Graham chuckled. “I would say that I could handle the woman, but they’ll be helpful when I want her dragged out of here.”
Tony laughed. “Good luck.”
He called Alastair.
“What?”
He rolled his eyes. “Brother, where are your manners?”
Alastair laughed. “What do you want?”
He went over what Tony told him and about the meeting with Gina that night.
“God, I hate the thought of her being in this house,” Alastair said. “I don’t know what you saw in the woman.”
“She was an easy lay, and she could take a pounding.”
“Now you have Faith.”
“Yes, and I thank God for her more every day.”
“What do you need from me?” Alastair asked.
“Nothing at the moment.”
“Where will Faith be while she’s here?”
He wiped a hand down his face. “Fuck, can you have Beth entertain her until dinner?”
“I can do that. Good luck.”
“Thanks, I might need it.”
Graham got a bit more work done before Gina showed up.
“A Miss McMillan to see you, sir.”
He looked up at one of his men and nodded. “Thank you. Show her in, please.”
She glided in, dressed to kill in a short, slinky black cocktail dress and three-inch heels. It looked like she’d gotten more plastic surgery done. Her face looked frozen and her lips puffier.
“Darling.”
He was shocked by the way she looked. She’d added more makeup than usual, something he always hated, but it also looked like she was strung out on something. He knew she’d used recreational drugs but nothing heavy. Now, it looked like she might have started.
He stood and walked to her, gave her a quick hug, and kissed both of her cheeks. The scent of her perfume made him sick to his stomach. It wasn’t a bad scent—she’d just doused herself in it.
“Have a seat.”