Club Prive Book 3 (10 page)

While I was waiting, I began compiling the other information Gavin had given me. Mimi was going to pitch a fit about this. Aside from the personal ramifications, she was going to be pissed when she saw what these were going to do to our case. If Howard’s wife’s attorney had even a fraction of this, we were through.

Before I could get too immersed in my work, my cell phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen, and my stomach did a flip when I saw Gavin’s name. I figured the call was personal in nature, but since he did consult for a client, I felt only the slightest twinge of guilt when I answered.

“Hi.”

That single word shouldn’t have been able to thrill me as much as it did. “Hello.” It was difficult not to lower my voice and make the conversation more intimate.

“I’m so sorry, Carrie,” he began. “Howard just called me and told me that I have to go to Miami next weekend. There’s a business meeting of some kind at his mansion on Star Island.”

“Oh.” I tried not to let my disappointment color the word too much, but he heard it anyway.

“I am so sorry,” he repeated. “I really wanted to go away with you.”

“Me, too.” I hoped he didn’t think I was pouting. There was no way I could tell him the truth, not here, and if I got up, I’d attract attention.

There was a moment of silence, then he asked, “You’re at your desk, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I glanced around, but no one was looking at me.

“So you can’t really react or respond to anything I say, can you?”

I made a noncommittal noise. He chuckled, and the sound made me forget that I’d be spending next weekend alone rather than snuggled up with him in some romantic getaway.

“Then I guess you can’t react when I say that I can’t stand the thought of being away from you for that long, and I want you to come with me.”

My heart did a funny little skipping dance.

“And you can’t respond when I tell you that I’ll only be working for a couple of hours and I want to spend the rest of our time split between the private beach and a very lavish guest room.”

I searched for something innocent I could say. “That, uh, sounds good.”

He laughed again. “Trust me, Carrie, what I want to do with you, to you, is so far beyond good.”

My breath caught and it was all I could do not to make an embarrassing sound.

“I can’t wait to stretch you out on the beach, rub lotion over every inch of that creamy skin of yours.”

I closed my eyes, pressing my lips together.

“Maybe I’ll even slide my hands underneath your top, make sure those beautiful breasts of yours don’t get burned.”

Okay, closing my eyes was making it worse because now I could visualize what he was saying.

“Would you let me kiss you, cover your body with mine?” His voice had taken on that husky sound that it got when we were in bed together. “What if I pushed aside that thin strip of fabric that covered you, slid my finger into that tight, wet heat?”

Fuck. What was he doing? What was I doing? I could feel my entire body heating up.

“Would you let me take you, right then, right there on the beach? Fuck you out in the open–”

I jumped when my office phone rang. A wave of relief mingled with disappointment washed over me. “I have to go, Gavin. I need to take that call.”

“Okay.” He sounded amused. “But I’ll want answers to those questions.”

I grabbed for the receiver even as I ended the call. My mind was so muddled that I completely forgot to say the business line in greeting.

“Hello?”

“Carrie Summers?”

It was an unfamiliar man’s voice.

“Yes?” I desperately tried to clear the hormone-induced fog in my brain.

“This is Frank Vinarisky.”

“Oh, hello, Mr. Vinarisky.”

Before I could say anything else, he cut in. It was only then that I recognized the tension in his voice.

“How do you know Patricia? Have you seen her?”

“Seen her?” I echoed his words, not understanding.

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, Ms. Summers, but I don’t have the time or patience for it. What do you know about Patricia?”

“I’m not following, Mr. Vinarisky. I’m sorry. I was calling to speak with her.”

He gave a laugh so bitter than I winced. “That might be difficult, Ms. Summers, since Patricia’s been missing for more than two years.”

End of Book 3

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