“Who are you?” I whisper shakily, shock coursing through my veins, leaving me ice cold.
His smile is pure evil. “The man you should’ve married.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Perry
Alast-minute meetingis scheduled at three thirty and I send Charlotte a quick text, letting her know I’ll be a little late for my “dinner.”
No response.
I sit in the meeting that lasts longer than an hour, bored out of my skull and unable to check my phone thanks to my grumpy-ass brother who glares at me every time I so much as reach for it in my pocket. It’s like if he has to suffer, I do too and so I sit there and listen to the chief financial officer drone on about budgets and bullshit. Eventually my mind drifts and I daydream about my wife.
Can’t get over the moment in the parking garage last night. Or when I fingered her right before we went into the diner. But it was more than that. It was—fun, sitting with her in the diner and eating milkshakes and burgers with her. Teasing her, the entire moment lighthearted. Until it got hot and heavy.
I liked both aspects of the evening. Sex with my wife is getting better and better. We’re understanding each other. Enjoying each other’s bodies. Learning what the other likes.
I’m not used to this sort of thing. Back in the day, I’d have sex with one woman, maybe a couple of times, normally only once, and then move on to the next one.
No way would I ever admit it to anyone, but I’m digging this monogamy stuff.
The moment the meeting is finished, I’m leaping from my chair, ready to hustle my ass out of there and get to my wife when Winston stops me.
“Talk to me a minute,” he demands, striding toward his office.
Pissed, I follow him in there, slamming the door shut behind me. “What?”
He turns, narrowing his eyes. “What’s got you all twisted up?”
“I need to get home.”
Winston grins. “Wifey waiting for you on the dining room table naked?”
Now there’s an image.
“I hope to fuck so,” I mutter.
“I’ll make this quick, then. Myron is looking into the texts. Said they’re from a burner phone. One of those prepaid things you get at a drugstore or whatever.”
“Could’ve already told you that.”
“Yeah, well, it’s a specific brand that’s only sold at a specific chain store.”
“Which one?”
When he gives me the name, I make a dismissive noise. “We’ll never figure out who purchased it.”
“Myron could. He’s a miracle worker. Let’s give him a chance.”
I shove my hands in my pockets, my fingers curling around my phone. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?”
Winston nods. “I’ll let you know what he finds out.”
“Cool. Hey, I appreciate you helping me with this.” I feel like a jackass for acting shitty.
“Of course.”
I pull my phone out of my pocket to see I have a text from…