Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) by Nicole Edwards (year 2 reading books TXT) 📗

apartment, I knew nothing about him aside from the fact he favored long sleeves, odd ties, and cold brew, plus a few tidbits I’d picked up tonight—only child, asshole father, graduated with honors. And while he seemed more than willing to divulge more, I couldn’t seem to get out of my own head long enough to enjoy the food, much less the conversation. I was still hung up on the fact I’d encountered him every morning this week at roughly eight, which, until I’d seen him three days in a row, I hadn’t realized had become my routine. One I would be discontinuing immediately, because if I’d learned nothing else in my life, I knew that routines were what could get you killed. A lesson my brother had browbeat into me since I was nine years old.

“I left for a bit,” he said, continuing to carry the conversation. “Took a couple of jobs in DC, but, like everyone who leaves here, I got back as soon as I could.”

I don’t think anyone had ever said that about Illinois, but hey, if Matt believed it, who was I to argue?

He laughed at his words, as though I was supposed to find them funny, so I plastered on a smile, asked, “What brought you back?”

“Unfinished business.” Matt waved me off, chuckling once more. “It’s not interesting, I assure you.”

My smile fell away as the hair on the back of my neck rose in warning. The way he said it wasn’t what concerned me. It was the words themselves. Unfinished business. When people used that phrase, it rocketed up my fear. After all, I considered myself someone’s unfinished business, and every day I expected to see my mother or father or, worse, their vicious henchman, ready to steal me away from this life I’d built for myself.

My gaze swept over Matt’s face, studying the soft lines of his jaw, the floppy, light brown hair that hung over his forehead, the almost feminine bow of his lips. Like I said, he was handsome, perhaps bordering a little too much on pretty. At least for my taste.

When I looked in his eyes, it was then I attempted to get a glimpse of his soul, to dig deeper into his psyche. Not that I could mentally ascertain his intentions, but since I hadn’t detected any deceit when I’d first met him, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was getting lax.

Not many people knew my history, or Ransom’s, for that matter. It was out of necessity that we kept a low profile, trusted no one. When you were born into one of the most ruthless crime families in the US, and you’d since escaped their violent clutches, it was imperative that no one get too close so as not to risk revealing who you really were.

“When I got back, I vowed not to leave again,” Matt continued, still with that pleasant smile on his face. “Luckily, my job allows me to remain here most of the time. But I travel frequently.”

Doing my best to hide the nerves that were clanging loudly, I wiped my mouth with my napkin, set it gently on my plate. “You’ve never mentioned what it is you do.”

Matt leaned forward, and I instinctively leaned back but tried to hide the reaction by reaching for my wineglass.

His voice lowered when he said, “I’m an aide to Senator Abernathy.”

If that was supposed to put me at ease, it didn’t. Senator Marybeth Abernathy was close friends with my parents, a fact I was aware of because I made a point to keep track of where they were and what they were up to at all times.

Matt’s cheeks turned an interesting shade of pink. “I know, I know. Politics. Don’t worry, I’m not here to solicit your vote or anything.”

Absolute least of my worries.

I forced another bland smile, attempting to relax. I’d long ago learned to read people. My gut was telling me this guy was not a contract killer out to kidnap me and eliminate my brother. Didn’t mean one wasn’t sitting somewhere nearby, but for the moment, I wanted to believe I was in the clear.

Something told me I wasn’t.

I kept my attention on Matt, refusing to look around although that tingling on my neck hadn’t abated. Someone was watching me, and tonight wasn’t the first night I’d felt that way. Months now, but I’d never seen anyone. Still didn’t.

“And you? You haven’t mentioned what it is you do,” he probed with a curious smile.

“Computer programming,” I said because it was the simplest way to explain it.

“Is that right?” He seemed rather pleased by this revelation. “Sounds incredibly interesting.”

Actually, it sounded like bullshit, but whatever.

“It’s not,” I assured him. “However, I do enjoy it.”

Mostly because it gave me the anonymity I needed. It allowed me to hide behind a computer screen. In my experience, very rarely did someone interrupt you if you were wielding a keyboard and not surfing the internet.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” the server asked when he approached the table.

“No, thank you,” I said quickly, hoping Matt would get the hint. “Dinner was lovely. Would you please give my regards to the chef?”

“Of course, madam.” The man’s eyes glittered with pride. “And you, sir?”

Matt was polite, if not a bit starchy, giving the server his full attention. He gave me the impression he was putting on airs, pretending to be in a class above his own. Something else I wasn’t particularly fond of.

Was that for my benefit? Did I come across as uppity? I hoped not, because I’d never considered myself entitled.

Did I know how to navigate a formal place-setting? Yes, I did. Did I know to compliment the chef for a wonderful meal? Absolutely. That was because my parents had grilled those things into my head when I was little. No child of theirs was going to come across as anything but sophisticated. However, having left my parents and their ridiculous values and rules in the past,