Chapter 31

“Are you listening to me, Cinder?” the voice on the other end asked, a touch impatient.

With one last thought of remorse for the fun that could’ve been, Cinder crossed to his study, closing and locking the door. “Sorry, I was making sure we wouldn’t be overheard.”

“Would it be easier to conduct our business in person?”

“No,” Cinder practically shouted. He sank into the plush office chair, opening his laptop, calling up a password window. “I think, all things considered, this is better. I can’t risk him seeing us together. He’ll start asking uncomfortable questions.”

“You will have to tell him eventually.”