Page 195 of Chandelier Enthralled
“Chloe came with us there. She left before the gunman arrived.”
“Beverly Majestic Chloe,” Greyson said, with a look of disgust.
I looked at Cameron. “I’m wondering now if she really told Jewel we were there.” I glanced down at the notebook. “She didn’t know about this.”
“What is it?” Greyson reached for the notebook.
I let it go. “Evidence Dean had gathered.”
“What evidence?” asked Greyson.
“Jewel and Lance were tampering with foreign elections. They instigated a war. Then went in and bought land.”
Greyson flipped through the pages. “If Jewel suspects we have this…”
Both he and Cameron swapped a wary glance.
“You’re okay, though, right?” Greyson ran his hand over my hair, as though checking for injuries.
I placed my hand on the notebook. “I grabbed this out of Chad’s pocket and ran.”
“You’re fearless, Willa.” Greyson drew in a sharp breath. “I’m so proud of you.
Can’t even imagine the weight of the secret you’ve uncovered. I hope you know you don’t have to carry this alone. We’ve got you, no matter what comes next.”
Cameron sat in the armchair opposite us. “You’re off the story now.”
“What?” I shook my head, frustrated with their solution.
Cameron’s face wore an anxious expression. “Willa, if it’s ever known that you are the source of this information…”
My face flushed. “That’s what I told Chad.”
Cameron took the notebook out of Greyson’s hands. “Let’s get this off to experts who deal with this level of conspiracy.”
Greyson agreed with a nod. “He’s right, Willa.”
“But it will come out? The truth?”
“This—” Cameron raised the notebook. “Is explosive.”
“Can I talk to you for a minute, please?” asked Greyson, rising to face Cameron. “Alone.”
Cameron nodded and they left the room, leaving me sitting here, hating that the notebook was out of my hands after what Chad had sacrificed to retrieve it…his life.
Vaguely, I recalled the mention of a clean-up crew. That the crime scene would be scrubbed. My DNA, if any, would be wiped away.
Cameron and Shay had thought of everything.
Because this is what they did—they made everything right again.
The door opened and Mia entered like a fresh breeze, her white blouse billowing and her jeans hugging her hips and legs. She wore an understated belt buckle.
She swept into the room as a radiant presence, golden locks cascading over her shoulders, catching the light. Petite and delicate, she was an exquisite beauty. But it was her eyes that held me, reflecting a heart untouched by all that had happened to her before she’d married my brother, a soul laid bare in quiet honesty.
“I came as soon as I heard,” she said softly.
Sitting beside me on the couch, her effortless grace made the world seem softer. Cameron’s wife was everything good, everything unspoiled. They were matched so perfectly it was hard to grasp how two souls like this would ever chance meeting.
