That was the real reason I’d gone into my father’s office.
I made the choice to open Pandora’s Box, and now the choice to fix it had been taken away. Maybe I should have given the files to Sinclair. Let him deal with the repercussions.
I waited until I heard him leave before I rose from my bed this morning, just like every morning since Liam dropped me off here. And just like the last two mornings, I picked up the plate of food he left for me and threw it in the trash.
I made breakfast for myself, ignoring the fact that what I made was identical to what I had thrown away. It was the principle. He didn’t get to kidnap me, hold me hostage and pretend like he knew everything about me.
I’d just finished cleaning up when Cian stormed in, followed by Liam. He stomped over and grabbed my wrist, dragging me down the hall.
“Cian, what are you doing?”
I stumbled over my feet trying to keep up with him, but if he noticed, he didn’t slow down. Not until we reached his office. He pushed me down into his desk chair and hit a few buttons on thecomputer before the screens came to life and I was staring at my house.
“You already showed this to me,” I complained, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Look again,” he growled.
With a huff of breath, I leaned forward and looked at the screen. This video appeared different from the one he showed me the night I came here.
“When was this?” I asked as men ransacked my home more than it had been.
“Two nights ago.”
I listened as they spoke to each other, talking about the woman they worked for.
“Who are they? Who are they working for?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet; I need to see if I can follow them when they leave.” Cian leaned against the desk, facing me. “Now do you understand?”
I looked up at him. “No, I don’t fuckin’ understand. I don’t understand any of this.” I stood up to leave, and he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me to stand between his legs.
“Liam is out there. You can’t touch me like this.”
“Why? You aren’t married anymore, Caity.”
“He doesn’t know that,” I argued.
Cian smiled. “He knows, Caity. He was there.”
I pressed my hands against his chest, trying with everything I had not to grab onto his shirt and pull him forward.
“Still, this isn’t right. The world thinks I’m still married. How would it look?”
“No one knows you’re here, Caity. No one but Liam.” He ran a finger across my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. I stared into his eyes once again, wishing things could have been different. Wishing the past thirty years had been spent with him.
He leaned forward, and I pushed against him, taking a step back out of his arms. “How do we find out who these men work for?”
Cian sighed but let me go. “That isn’t the biggest concern right now. Maddie thinks you’re missing.”
“What?”
“She went to your house this morning to see you and found the place like that. She ran to me.”
“Oh God, you have to tell her I’m okay. Bring her here.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why the hell not?”
