Chapter 27 Caught in the Act.
While the servers switched out dishes, the women slipped out to freshen up.
Finished
Zynn, the head of PR for Quinn Group, sipped some hangover medicine and reapplied her. lipstick in the mirror.
“The Glamor Group bidding should’ve been settled ages ago. If no one had meddled and jacked up the price, it wouldn’t have dragged this long. Wendy, do you have anyone in mind yet?”
Wendy leaned against the marble sink, eyes fixed on her phone. She’d texted Chase several times without a single reply.
She knew he was also at the Watering Hole. She wanted to go check on him.
“There are a few, but none feel solid. Dawn’s still digging.”
Zynn added. “Did I ever tell you? A few days ago I saw someone from the Harrison family- Larry, I think? Met with one of Glamor Group’s main event planners in private.”
Wendy looked up, one hand resting on the counter. “No. You didn’t.”
Zynn paused, tapping her forehead. “Must be all the wine lately. It was just last week–some PR industry mixer. I was there with Eileen. Saw a guy from a distance that really looked like your Mr. Henry. Tried to go check, but he was gone by the time I got there.”
After a few rounds with some investors, she finally found out it wasn’t Henry, but his cousin Larry -the one currently running both of the Harrison family’s investment firms.
Another Harrison.
Sam stepped out of the restroom and, while washing her hands, said to Wendy, “Finn said your Mr. Henry went out just now. He was carrying a thermos–says he made some remedy for hangovers.”
“You brought Finn back?” Zynn sounded shocked.
Sam shrugged, drying her hands with a paper towel. “What choice did we have? Our Madam Wendy got herself ‘divorced!‘ If Finn hadn’t come back, Wendy might not even be able to find
her man.”
Remembering that Chase was also at the Watering Hole, Wendy frowned slightly and warned Sam. “Enough gossip. You all head back–I’m going to 230.”
Sam had been nearby earlier too and heard Ash mention Chase was in 230. She hadn’t thought it strange at the time.
Chase and Waylon weren’t drinking. One was headed back to the Fred estate and the other back to his ex–wife’s house–neither of them could afford to get drunk.
Right then, there was a knock on the door.
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“Come in.”
Finished
The door swung open, and Wendy leaned against the frame. Her gaze landed on Waylon first, then shifted to Chase. She gave him a slight smile.
“Having dinner here and not even saying a word?”
Chase was surprised. He hadn’t expected her to track him down.
But Wendy was even more surprised. Fred family?
“Finished eating?” She walked over and sat beside him, casually taking his hand. “I’ve still got a while. You should go on home first.”
That did it–Waylon shot straight up.
“You said you were divorced.”
Wendy’s smile flickered with a chill.
Chase wasn’t sure what to say. He turned to Wendy instead. “You’re here for a business dinner?”
“Yeah.” She looked across the table. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
Chase had no choice.
“This is my childhood friend, Waylon. And this is my… wife, Wendy.”
Since they were in a public venue, and potential partners might be nearby, he couldn’t say ex- wife.
Wendy had bet he wouldn’t.
She nodded politely at Waylon. “Nice to meet you.”
“I’ve heard of you. I was out of town when you two got married. My sister Lemon went to the wedding–maybe you met her.”
The small talk was forced. Chase stood up and pulled Wendy out into the hallway.
Once they were alone, she grabbed his chin and kissed him before he could
say a
word.
She’d only had a little to drink. Her breath was warm and fragrant, while Chase was completely sober.
“Why didn’t you answer my texts?” Wendy backed him into the wall, making sure he couldn’t run.
Chase looked around nervously, worried someone might come by.
“My phone died.” He wasn’t lying. He rarely used it during the day, and by the time he’d checked it in the private room, it was already dead. He figured Wendy would be out late with business
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She gave a low hum, let go of his collar, and stood on tiptoe to plant another kiss on his cheek.
“I’m in 260. Wait for me and we’ll go home together.”
“We’ve already eaten. You’ll be a while.”
“I don’t care. You’re not allowed to leave. By the way Waylon really your childhood friend? You’ve never mentioned him.”
Chase’s heart twinged. He hadn’t brought it up because he’d never had the chance. Wendy never cared about anyone in his life.
His silence seemed to say enough. She cleared her throat and added. “The Fred family does a lot of business with Quinn Group. We’ll probably see more of each other.”
She was in a good mood. Just as she leaned in to kiss him again, footsteps echoed down the hall.
“Wendy?”
It was a man’s voice–gentle, surprised.
Wendy froze and slowly turned around.
Henry stood at the end of the hallway, pale and awkward, holding a thermos. He looked completely stunned.
“Henry? What are you doing here?” Wendy took a step back.
