Page 66 of Enthrall Climax

Cameron was spending precious time with Henry, and I couldn’t have been happier knowing they were having fun playing squash and letting their hair down. They both needed more times like these.

“Accidently” bumping into McKenzie felt a little intimidating, but it was necessary—and despite Cameron’s advice about following my gut, he was going to be greatly displeased when he found out.

Ifhe found out.

Especially when he discovered how I had misappropriated Shay’s connections in the investigations department. I’d managed to track down the enemy and had learned she was having lunch here in The Lambs Club. Apparently, Zie lunched here every Sunday with the gallery owner, who displayed Zie’s art, selling it from the midtown showroom.

Zie had been hailed as a talented artist byThe Huffington Post, an article I might have come across when scouring the Internet for gossip on her.

The biggest hurdle had been shaking off Clint, who’d been tasked with tracking my every move. I’d told him I was visiting the hotel to meet a friend and had asked him to wait outside.

With the dress code being sophisticated casual, I’d worn an elegant Ralph Lauren dress and black boots. I’d styled my hair so that it flowed gracefully over my shoulders, with my make-up natural to highlight my youth, therefore giving her a seeming advantage.

Her gaze met mine from across the room, and it seemed to reflect hate. I needed to know why that wedding dress was such an issue for Cam, and something told me I’d find answers here. If Cameron was having second thoughts it could be related to her.

A hunk wearing a tailored dark suit stepped into my line of sight.

I bit the inside of my cheek—Shay looked as sexy as hell, and he was glaring with the same frown he reserved especially for me.

I kept my voice low. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s my line, Missy.” He turned to glance back at Zie.

Her intrigued stare was on us both now.

“I’m here for lunch.” I tried to sound chirpy.

“Right. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.”

So Clint wasn’t enough now. They’d sent in their big guns—this dangerous alpha to trail me, too. The indignity I felt at being followed by him caused my stomach to churn nervously.

“Firstly,” he began, “your bodyguard has been lied to. You’re not meeting a friend here because you don’t have any.”

“That’s unfair.”

“Secondly, this place isn’t on your itinerary.”

All I had to do was share what had driven me here, but then Shay could possibly avoid the question altogether and I’d be left with no answers. “I need five minutes with her.”

His eyebrows rose. “You arranged to meet?”

“She doesn’t know it yet.”

“Well, this is a stupid idea.”

“I have a right to do whatever I want, whenever I want.”

“That’s a nice fantasy. Look, you can’t keep secrets from me, Mia.” Shay reached out and took hold of my arm. “If you use my people I’m going to find out.”

His grip was so strong I had no choice but to walk with him out of the restaurant and along the hallway. Feigning I wasn’t being manhandled, I smiled at the friendly looking staff.

I finally yanked my arm out of his grip. “This is a private matter.” I knew what was coming next, though…some lecture that if it’s connected to Cole it has everything to do with Shay.

He pulled me toward a quiet corner. “Spill, Missy.”

I huffed out my frustration. “I overheard you.”