By now, I was beyond curious – so curious, in fact, that I did the unthinkable. I picked up the notebook and leafed quickly through it.
On its tattered pages, I saw names and cities, along with notations that made no sense at all. Words like "private network" and "open secret" jumped out from the random scribbles of names, dates, and who-knows-what-else. Without any real context, I had no idea what any of this meant.
With trembling fingers, I set aside the notebook and reached for the folder. Unable to stop myself, I opened it and looked inside. What I saw there made gasp out loud.
Just then, the sound of the shower suddenly became louder. I turned to look and felt the blood drain from my face.
The bathroom door was now wide open. Standing in the open doorway was Jack, wearing only his boxers and a deep, ominous frown.
I was still holding the folder. And now I didn't know what to say.
On so many levels, thiswasn'tgood.
Chapter 64
Becka
From the bathroom doorway, he said, "So, did you get a good look?" His eyes were cold, and his mouth was tight. He was obviously angry.
But so what?I was angry, too.
With a hard scoff, I tossed the folder back onto the night stand. When it hit, a few of the pictures slid halfway out, revealing an older man with a much younger woman.
As far as her exact age, I couldn't say for sure. She might've been the same age as me, or possibly even younger.
Either way, the guy was several times her age and girth. Both of them were naked and going at it, doggie style, in what appeared to be an upscale hotel room.
I glanced around.Was it this hotel room?
No. It couldn’t be.
Could it?
I looked to Jack and said, "Did you take those?"
He frowned. "You think I did?"
"I don't know what to think," I said. "None of this makes any sense."
He gave me a hard look. "What are you doing here?"
Wasn’t it obvious?"It'smyroom."
"Which you weren't staying in."
My chin lifted. "Yeah, so?"
"So who gave you a key?"
Obviously, he didn't mean a physical key, but rather one of the key cards assigned by the hotel.
I replied, "It was on the nightstand."
He looked toward the nearby nightstand, where those awful pictures were on partial display.
I looked, too. At the sight of the images, I felt like throwing up. It wasn't that I thought sex was ugly or anything. But to have naked pictures of another couple in mid-thrust, well, it was more than a little disturbing, especially considering the differences in their ages and appearance.
I yanked my gaze from the photos and looked back to Jack. "I meant the nightstand inyourroom."
