Page 22 of Reclaiming Chaos
“Me?”
“No surprises and always knowing what’s going to happen, must make the world a pretty dull place.”
“I’m more of a glass half-full type girl. I had so much to look forward to. Like you for instance. I’ve known we’d meet since I was ten years old. I just didn’t know how our futures entwined until I was twenty and you came up again in another prediction. Do you know how hard it was for me to let everything play out the way it needed to and not just for me to look you up andaccidentlyrun in to you?
“You’ve never been wrong before, have you?”
“FT thought I was wrong on occasion, only because what I’d seen hadn’t happened yet. So, I guess it’s a matter of debate.”
“What happened at your last remote viewing?”
She dropped her gaze to her coffee and sat in momentary silence before she looked up at me. “You died. But I’d rather not talk about that. Not yet. There is so much more we need to do before then so that it doesn’t happen.”
She pulled out a folded piece of paper and slid it across the kitchen table.
Her hand was soft and warm as it grazed mine. A rush of pink stained her cheeks.
I opened it. The crinkle of the paper beneath my fingers tightened as I stared at the name written inside. “Reyes’ account number 2634718- Conover Bank.”
I met her gaze, and my brows dipped. “He’s my agent who died.”
“Yes, and I’m sorry about that. He’s also working for my boss, Reginald Russell.”
“You’re lying,” I said, rising to my feet so fast I knocked the chair to the floor.
“I’m sorry, Ridge. I wish I were. Haven’t you been questioning how it was that guy knew where to find all of you? How he knew which rooms you were in. Melony was starting to suspect something wasn’t right. She started digging into Reyes' background on her own.”
“He’s not a damn traitor!”
She cringed at my harsh denial and pressed her lips together as if in defeat. But her gaze remained defiant. “Okay. I’m sure you’re right. I apologize. You have no reason to trust anything I say.”
I picked up the chair and retook my seat.
“It’s been a long day. I am going to get some sleep. You should too,” Carlee said as she stood.
How in the hell did she think I could sleep now? She’d insinuated that my agent, my friend, was on the take.
Gwen returned to the kitchen, and her gaze landed on the vacant chair. “You already ran her off? I thought I was the only Bennett who could clear a room that quick.”
“She accused one of my agents of being crooked,” I grimaced as I took another sip of coffee.
“Ouch. I would have run her off, too, had she said words I didn’t want to hear.”
I narrowed my eyes. “How can I contact Melony?”
Gwen grabbed a cell phone sitting on the counter and handed it over. “The number is already programmed in under her name. I transferred your contacts from the phone that Carlee had, so it’s a clone, only without the bug I found beneath your battery.”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked.
“No.” Gwen let out a hefty sigh. “Someone was monitoring your calls. As for who? I haven’t been able to backtrack the owner, but I haven’t destroyed it yet, in the event you want to use it against whoever planted it in your phone.”
Gwen was smart with a streak of devious coursing in her blood. I didn’t recall learning what her Bennett ability was when we’d briefly met before. I’d been more impressed that she was FDG and knew what buttons to push to aggravate my brothers.
I rubbed my gritty eyes trying to massage away the headache forming behind them.
“Come on. Let me show you to your room. We put you right next to Carlee. The rest of us will be taking shifts through the night.”
I grabbed my luggage and pulled it into the room behind me. As she closed the door, I flopped on the bed without even getting undressed.
