Page 113 of Untouchable
Caleb wasn’t there. But there was another door that led to another room or hallway, and she walked toward it.
She heard Caleb’s voice before she reached the door. She wasn’t likely to mistake his voice for anyone else’s.
He was saying, “We both know what happened. And that makes us both guilty. Trying to justify it isn’t going to help deal with this situation.”
Kelly sucked in her breath and moved closer, leaning against a tapestry to get as close to the doorway as possible without actually being seen from the other room.
“Then what do you propose we should do? Because I guarantee it’s not going to go away on its own.”
Kelly wasn’t sure, but she’d guess that was Vinnie DiMauro. She didn’t recognize his voice like she did Caleb’s, but it sounded right for the man she’d met less than fifteen minutes ago.
She knew what they were talking about.
“We need more information. There’s nothing we can do until then.”
To anyone else Caleb would have sounded calm and in control, but she didn’t really think he was. There was an edge to his tone that she only heard when he was emotionally affected by something.
Whatever he was talking about was important to him.
“You have a whole little Hamlet thing going on here, don’t you?”
Kelly gasped and whirled around at the new voice coming from behind her.
Standing there was Wes with an ironically amused smile on his face.
She literally couldn’t move for a few seconds as she was washed with a chill of guilt, fear, and recognition.
He somehow knew her. He knew all about her. He knew what she was doing with and to Caleb. He was going to reveal her identity to Caleb.
And there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Wes’s eyebrows lifted, and Kelly realized she needed to answer if she was going to have a chance of making it through this moment.
But what could she say? And how was it even possible that Wes could know she was seeking vengeance for the death of her father—as he must if he’d just compared her to Hamlet?
“Eavesdropping behind tapestries, I mean,” Wes added, evidently taking her silence for confusion.
She let out her breath in a whoosh, suddenly realizing she’d been ridiculous to think he could have found her out in the half hour since they’d talked. “I wasn’t eavesdropping,” she said without thinking. At his arched eyebrows, she added, “I mean, I was just trying to figure out if the conversation was one I could safely interrupt. He disappeared on me to talk about work.”
She thought she’d done a pretty good job of covering, but Wes was still looking at her skeptically.
She’d convinced someone else though. “I thought I’d be through before you got back,” Caleb said, coming up behind her through the doorway and slipping an arm around her. “Sorry about that.”
He looked and felt a little tense, but it wasn’t directed at her. It must be the aftermath of the conversation he’d just had with Vinnie.
Which had sounded very suspicious.
Like he might have killed her father.
The reality hit her so hard that she felt physically ill for a minute, the dizziness slamming into her as she felt Caleb’s lips on her mouth and then glancing across the skin of her cheek.
“If you spend any amount of time with Caleb,” Wes said in a friendly voice, “you’ll have to get used to that.”
She knew that already, knew that Caleb’s priority would always be his work, no matter what kinds of feelings he might develop. She didn’t need Wes to tell her.
At the moment, she didn’t care about Wes at all though. She didn’t care about anything but the fact that her father’s murderer might be pressing his body against hers intimately right now.
And just a few minutes ago she would have wanted him to do that.
