Her eyes traveled over us, pausing on Caleb’s face.
I didn’t like the way she was looking at him. I pressed myself closer, wrapping my arms around his neck like a possessive sloth.
Mine.
She seemed to understand my body language. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. There was an uncomfortable pause, during which I was waiting for her to go away. Caleb cleared his throat. Introductions, of course.
“Cassandra Wickham, this is my boyfriend, Caleb,” I said, giving the mandatory introduction. Caleb broke away from me to shake her hand. I didn’t want him touching her. She held onto his hand for a few seconds too many, smiling coyly.
Did she not see me standing right there?
“Are you new to the area?” Caleb asked, letting go of her hand. He leaned into me, and I pressed myself against his side. He knew my weaknesses, one of them being insecurity. Whenever he picked up on those vibes, he overcompensated in the attention department. Perfect, he was perfect.
Cash nodded. “Just moved here a week ago.”
“Cassandra is going to be working with me on the new project,” I said, tightly. I didn’t feel like calling her Cash anymore.
I knew what was coming next. Caleb was a gentleman. If someone didn’t know their way around and was proclaiming hunger —
“You should join us for dinner. We were going out to celebrate.”
I flinched. She didn’t appear to notice, maybe because her eyes were glued to my boyfriend.
“I’d hate to impose…”
Yeah, f**king right.
“Of course you wouldn’t be imposing,” I said, quickly. “We’d love it if you tagged along.”
Her eyes shot to mine, and I had no doubt she heard what I was really saying.
“Well then, I’ll just grab my purse.”
As soon as she was out of my office, Caleb kissed me on the forehead … then the lips. He was drawn to kindness, turned on by it even — which is exactly why I was insecure. I wasn’t exactly on Santa’s Nice List. Either he hadn’t figured that out yet, or he was too distracted by my boobs to care. Admittedly, I had a really nice set.
We met Cash in the lobby and she insisted on driving with us. I just about had to nudge her out of the way to get to the front seat. Caleb took us to Seasons 52. We ordered wine and one glass later, Cash found out more about my boyfriend than I had in a year.
“So, this girl — your ex — wouldn’t sleep with you. Excuse me for saying this, but you’re so f**king sexy, how is that possible? Was she a lesbian?”
Caleb smiled crookedly, and I wondered what secret he was hiding behind his sensual lips.He ran his tongue along his bottom lip and regarded Cash with what I called the ‘laughing eyes’.
“Someone hurt her emotionally. Unfortunately, I hurt her as well.”
“Unfortunately?” she mimicked, her eyes darting to where I sat.
I felt the sting without seeing his face. Caleb wore his emotion on his jaw. I could imagine he was clenching it pretty hard at this point. I reached for his hand under the table, and our fingers entwined. He thought I was offering support, but really I just needed to know he was still mine. I wanted to remind him that I was the one sitting at this table with him, not her.
He shifted in his seat. Cash had given him the third degree about how we’d met. As soon as she’d latched onto the idea that he’d been reluctant to go on the blind date with me, she’d wanted to know why.
“What about you, Cash? What’s your story?” Cash’s eyelashes tried to fly away. I bit down my smirk and prepared for a wild ride. Caleb had a knack for rooting out information. I was fairly certain that by the end of our meal, we’d know her whole life story.
She reached a manicured finger up to swipe her hair behind her ear. She was hiding something. I knew what a woman with a secret looked like; I stared at one in the mirror every day. Women wore their secrets in their eyes, and if you paid attention you would catch glimpses of sharp emotion, pooling through in regular conversation. Caleb asked her if she’d moved to Florida alone, and I caught a quick downward glance, before she cheerfully answered, “Yes.”
I’d taken a psychology class in college that studied body language. One of the lectures had been called The Art of Lying. We had been required to run an experiment along with reading the chapter, in which we’d ask a person who was not in the class, a series of questions. Much to my delight, I’d discovered that a person who is recalling a real memory looks up and to the right, whereas a person who is utilizing the creative part of their brain — to lie — looks down and to the left. Cash was doing a lot of downward dogging with her eyes. Filthy. Little. Liar.
“Where does your family live?” Caleb asked. He was running a piece of my hair between his fingers. Cash looked on enviously.
“Oh, they’re around,” she said, waving off his question.
“Around here?”
“My father lives here. My mother lives in New York.”
“Do you see him often?”
She shook her head. “Not really.”
Another f**ked up family, no doubt. I almost nodded in support.
“I wish I had more time,” she said quickly. “I’ve just been so busy with the move. We’re very close.”
Her mouth was open to deliver another lie, when our server arrived with the food. A shame. I wanted to hear it. The rest of the meal was accompanied by small talk. So, she was close to her father? Must be nice.
Chapter Twenty-One
Present
Caleb had hidden the boat from me. What else is he hiding? The knowledge that there could be more is rusting my brain. It’s all I can think about, until I am practically choking on my suspicion. I’ve been frowning so much I’m going to need a Botox shot at the end of this. One thing is certain: I need to find out if there is more, even if that means breaking his code of privacy. Caleb hates anyone in his office if he isn’t there. I’ve always given him his space, seeing that the entire rest of the house is mine, but tonight calls for snooping. I let Sam go home as soon as he puts Estella down. Normally, I make him stay for a few hours and watch TV with me, but as soon as seven o’clock comes, I practically shove him out the door.
I open the door to his office still chewing on my celery stick and flick on the light. I hardly ever come in here. The whole room smells of him. I breathe deeply and immediately feel like crying. I used to get to cuddle up to that smell every night, and now…