“Are you lost?” Bennett asked.
Roger shook his head. He understood why Bennett didn’t like or trust him. He, after all, had managed to do what no one else had. Fucked with the Henderson family without getting caught. If it hadn’t been for Caydan wanting to come clean with everything, wanting to show a good faith effort with his siblings, they still wouldn’t know shit.
“I didn’t know you were back in Boston,” Roger said, avoiding the question.
“It’s my home. Unlike you, that is.”
“That might change.”
Bennett cocked a brow. “You’re moving to Boston. Why?”
Roger smirked. “Easier for me to keep an eye on you.”
Bennett didn’t seem amused. “Vice versa.”
He laughed. “Trust me, my life isn’t half as interesting as the family you married into.”
“There’s more to them than you realize.”
And seems like more than you do as well.“At least that’s one thing we agree on. Now if you don’t mind, I have some things to take care of.”
Bennett stayed, blocking his way. “I hope whatever it is, it doesn’t involve fucking with my family.”
“If I was, trust me, I wouldn’t be here right now.” With that, Roger pushed past Bennett and headed for the elevator. It was going to be a lot easier to keep things under wrap if he wasn’t so damn visible.
If he’d known what Brice wanted to discuss, he would’ve suggested they not meet at Henderson Towers. Although the family each had their own businesses, they frequented that place all too often. If he didn’t get out of there, the odds of meeting up with another one increased.
Sure enough, just before he left the building he bumped into Lena, Brice’s wife. “Aren’t you Caydan’s friend? Roger, I believe.”
Smiling, he said, “You have a very good memory.”
“I used to have a better one. Now with two children, I seem to only remember what they need to go to next. Our oldest, Nicholas, is almost eight, and I’m not sure whose schedule is busier, his or Brice’s.”
“I have a feeling the correct answer is . . . yours.”
Lena laughed. “You are so right.” She rested a hand on her well rounded stomach and said, “I don’t know what I’m going to do when this little one comes along. That’s why I’m here. We have an ultrasound appointment.”
“Here?” Roger asked.
Lena shook her head. “No. But Brice was tied up in a meeting, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Really, I hate to cut this short, but I have to go.”
She waved a hand, and he watched as she waddled her way to the restroom. Roger knew he was the reason Brice was late to meet Lena.
Although Brice said no one, that wasn’t going to happen. So far two people knew he was there. Roger was going to need to act quickly if he was going to get any answers for Brice before the entire family started asking questions.
That meant Roger was going to make sure the people he utilized weren’t ones the Hendersons had or might have crossed paths with. Damn it. I’m going to have to call in some favors to pull this off. I hate wasting them on a Henderson.
He left the building, grabbed the parking ticket, and climbed into his Maserati. He still felt bad about leaving that woman in a dress that shouldn’t be worn when wet. And she sure as hell shouldn’t have worn a pink bra underneath. But that wasn’t his problem. He’d done all he could do to make amends, and she didn’t want any help. If she had taken my offer for a ride, the meeting with Brice would’ve run a lot later.
Roger wished he could turn his back from someone in need. His life sure as hell would be a lot quieter if he could. His gut told him that woman was upset about more than his splashing her. If he hadn’t been rushing to meet Brice, he’d have pulled over, gotten out of the car, and spoken to her face to face. The end result might have been the same. Guess I’ll never know. It was too late. She was probably long gone, and the odds of seeing her again were slim to none. Besides, he’d given his word to help Brice. There was only a short window of time to pull off what Brice was asking. It was a waste of time to think about a woman when he didn’t even know her name.
Let’s keep this as uncomplicated as possible, so I can get the heck out of Boston.