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Under My Skin (Stark International Trilogy #3) Page 57
Author: J. Kenner

“Sylvia?” It’s not Ryan, it’s a woman. And it takes me a moment to realize it’s Harriet Frederick.

“Ms. Frederick.” My throat has closed up, and it’s hard for me to push her name out. “I . . .”

I give up. I have no idea what to say.

“May I speak to Jackson?” Her words are soft, as if she understands that a normal tone might actually hurt me.

He’s already at my side, having risen at the sound of her name. I hand him the phone, feeling a little numb, then immediately hug myself.

Jackson stays at my side. “I’m here, Harriet. What’s going on?”

I struggle to hear the conversation, wishing that Jackson would put it on speaker but knowing that he can’t because that could mess up the attorney-client privilege. So I try to interpret Jackson’s facial expressions.

Considering he’s standing as still as a statue, I’m not having much luck.

After a moment, he says, “I see. And worst case, when are we looking at?”

Worst case.

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.

I don’t bother with a chair. I just drop down and sit on the floor.

“All right,” he says. “Thanks for calling.” He laughs. “No, I won’t. It’s tempting. But no.”

Then he ends the call and bends toward me, his hand held out to help me up.

I shake my head. “Until I know what that was about, I’d rather stay down here.”

His small smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Apparently the police know that I was at Reed’s house.”

“Oh.” I suddenly wish I’d gone for the small couch. At least it has a blanket that could ward off my sudden chill. “How?”

“A witness. Halloween night, remember? Reed’s porch light was off because he wasn’t doing candy, but a mother saw me under a streetlamp. She noticed a man walking alone.”

“You? She identified you?”

“They showed her a photo line-up. She picked me out.”

I close my eyes, and when I open them again, Jackson is crouched in front of me. “Syl, there’s more. She heard Reed and me arguing.”

“Oh, god.” I tremble, then grab hold of his hand. “You said worst case. You were talking about an arrest?”

He nods.

“So?” I demand. “When?”

“She doesn’t know. This may be the pivotal piece of information and they arrest tomorrow. Or they may try for more.”

“You didn’t do it.” My throat is thick. “They can’t take you away from me if you didn’t do it.”

“Hey.” He takes my hands in his. “This isn’t the problem we need to deal with right now. That’s not why we’re on this boat. It’s not why we’re at the island. We work now, okay? We work now, and we worry later.”

I nod. Because he’s right. And because worrying won’t solve anything, and neither will fear.

And because I meant what I said earlier—work is my solace, just as it is his. And right now, we both need it.

“Okay,” I say, forcing myself to think again. “Okay. We need—” My breath hitches as I say the words. “We need to prepare for the worst. The resort, I mean. We need a plan.” I push myself up to my feet. “If you do . . .” I trail off, hating even having to say it out loud.

“If I end up in cell block A?”

“Don’t,” I snap. “I can function, okay? But I can’t joke about it.”

“I know,” he says. “I’m sorry.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. “Finish what you were saying.”

“I was just thinking that maybe we should hire someone who can step in and make sure your plans get executed the way you envisioned them.”

Jackson nods. “You’re right. I should have already thought of that.” He drags his fingers through his hair. “I would suggest Chester,” he continues, referring to one of his interns who has joined him in Los Angeles from the New York office. “But he’s not licensed yet, and I don’t think that would go over well with the investors.”

“And to be honest, I’d like someone I’ve worked with before.”

Jackson nods. “Are you thinking Nathan Dean?”

“Actually, yeah.” Dean was the architect for Damien’s Malibu house, and I’d worked closely with him during design and construction. Jackson met him briefly at a cocktail party not long ago at that very house, and they’d bonded over arches and trusses.

He’s a nice guy and a solid architect, though he’s not anywhere close to Jackson’s level. I know that Aiden thought Damien would veto Dean as the primary architect for the resort—apparently he’d committed to designing a bungalow for Damien and then backed out about the time we were getting started with Cortez—but this isn’t about Dean being the main guy. It’s about having someone on the team who’s capable of bringing Jackson’s vision to life if the worst happens.

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