Page 86 of The Work Wife

“What is it?”

“I just stumbled across Lance fooling around with another woman.”

“No!”

“Yep. Right as Holly was looking for him.” Wes shook his head. “Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Poor Holly. Did she catch him?”

“No. Because he told her he was with me all afternoon.” He wiped his hand down his face. “Then he told me if I didn’t keep my mouth shut, our team wouldn’t have a chance to bid on the building.”

She gasped in shock. “What did you do?”

“I told her I wasn’t with him, but I didn’t tell her about the other woman. I came here to see what you want to do. I promised you I would do whatever it takes to get us to the top spot. Telling the whole truth would negate that promise. I didn’t lie, but I didn’t tell her what I know either.”

“But you want to tell her what you saw.”

“Yes. I don’t think there’s any way I can enjoy working on the project when I know I’m working for a cheating bastard.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised by the look of disgust on Wes’s face as he’d told her about the way Lance behaved. She’d always known Wes was a standup guy. On the few occasions he’d dated someone, he’d always been faithful and courteous.

Even when he broke it off, he was respectful and checked in to make sure the woman was all right. He was the perfect boyfriend. And the ideal husband.

And now he was asking her to make a decision that affected both of them. He was willing to turn his back on his honor to keep from ruining an opportunity she badly wanted.

She took his hand in both of hers and smiled. There really wasn’t any choice to make.

They had to do the right thing.

“Come on. Let’s go tell Holly the truth,” she said, and felt as well a saw the wave of relief.

“Thank you. I’m sorry if this messes up everything.”

“It won’t. As my dad would say, ‘You have to be able to look at yourself in the mirror.’”

When they got to Lance and Holly’s cottage—much bigger than their own—Holly was sitting on the patio with a glass of wine and Lance was nowhere in sight.

She glanced up at them, but didn’t smile as they came closer. “Did you come to take Lance to play pool?” Holly asked, her brow raised.

“No.” Wes let out a sigh. “We’ve come so I can tell you everything.”

She set the glass down and leaned her elbows on the small bistro table. Wes sat across from her and Jamie pulled a chaise lounge over closer to the group.

“As I said, I wasn’t with Lance all afternoon. I only ran into him a few minutes before you showed up. What I didn’t mention was that when I ran into him he was with another woman.”

“You saw him with her?” she said, hope in her voice and a flash of something that looked like victory in her eyes.

“Yes. I saw him.”

“And you would testify to that fact?”

“I’m telling you now.”

“Thank you, Wes. Thank you so much.” She practically dragged him out of his chair to hug him. Jamie was stunned by how much she immediately wanted Holly to stop touching her husband, and silently shook her head at herself. What was going on with her lately?

Holly released Wes and hurried into their cottage. Wes and Jamie stared at each other in confusion.

“Well, so much for that,” Jamie said. “Let’s go get ready for dinner.”