Chapter 27

Never had he demanded something so outrageous from me before. The guy had his own place in the city, which wasn’t very far from my apartment, and he could have stayed there. Rarely had I witnessed him in a frazzled state, somewhat jittery, and quite secretive, which were key signs that Melinda could have been involved, and not in a good way.

He nodded, unsmiling. “Yes, it’s about Melinda.”

“Spill it,” I repeated. “Stop holding it in. And don’t make me force it out of you, Colm. Make this easy on the both of us.”

He did, which rocked my world to its core.

“Have you been watching the news?” he asked, making eye contact with me.

“No. I’ve been busy doing other things.” Like a rich guy named Brett Carlisle with an eleven-inch piece of dick between his cut legs. “Why?”

“I’m all over the news…with Melinda. Our secret is out.”