I smile as I push my hand closer still. “Which others do you like?”
She picks them one at a time, naming each color as she goes, moving in closer with every choice. I hold still, letting her tell me about how she wishes they made pink and purple.
“They do make pink and purple Skittles,” I say, just making conversation. In fairness, I don’t think I’ve ever spoken this long to a three-year-old.
“Skittles?” Her eyes light up. “I’d like Skittles.”
Killian lets out a chuckle. “Are those dolls I see, M&M?”
Emma turns to him, candy forgotten, as she reaches for his hand, and pulls him toward the bin tucked under the television.
I watch as my tattooed-covered, hitman brother, begins to put a pink tutu on a blonde haired, blue eyed doll.
Unbelievable.
Then again, I just had an entire conversation about candy.
I look back at Gigi, who is nipping at her lip, her eyes soft and sweet. Speaking of things I’d like to eat…
I head back to the table, shaking off the desire. It’s not that Gigi and I aren’t going to tangle. We are.
She isn’t who she claims, and I intend to use every weapon in my arsenal to find out the truth. But that is a plan for later.
Right now… whoever she is, she can be of use to me.
I sit down, pulling out my own computer, and start copying the lines into a spread sheet, so I can total the amounts. “Keep searching for them, find every instance that Wilson’s is mentioned.”
Gigi nods, pulling her computer back in front of her as she begins to jot down each line on a note pad for me to then pull for the spread sheet.
On the floor, Killian mimics a girl’s voice. “I think we should have a picnic.”
“You can use your trench coat for the blanket,” I mutter.
Gigi laughs softly. “Thank you for giving her the M&Ms.”
“You’re welcome,” I answer, stealing a glance back at the floor. I’m still not sure what happened or how I frightened her, but with Emma in the room, and work to be done, now is not the time to ask.
Later I will talk to my brothers about Gigi and her possible motivations.
But there is little to do but play this all out, as I learn what I can learn.
Still, with my phone on the other side of my laptop, I text Killian:I think you should keep an eye on them. Find out who Gigi talks to and what she does when she’s not in the office.
Killian doesn’t look at me as he picks up his phone and texts back:On it.
CHAPTER TEN
Rush
It’s not evenseven in the morning on a rainy Monday when I’m at my desk, beginning the work week. I spent most of the weekend looking over the documents and I found two other companies like Wilson’s, that draw large sums over extended periods of time but aren’t known contractors to me.
At nine, I’ve got a meeting with my legal team, and I want answers. How did no one else find this?
The document is thousands of lines long with hundreds of pages, but this is what I pay them for. Which brings my thoughts back to my new assistant, Gigi.
Is she that much smarter than everyone else? Or is this part of how she plays me for a fool?
It would help if I knew who she actually was. Maybe she’s just a run-of-the-mill battered wife trying to start over.
