Yeah, I’d asked Lacey if there was a problem with me dating Roy. I hadn’t actually asked if it was okay if I had loud sex with him in a hotel conference room. Where anyone could hear. Or walk in, because the door hadn’t been locked.

This had to stop.

And the only way it would stop was for me to stop seeing Roy.

The idea made my heart want to shatter into a thousand tiny shards. How could I give up the best sex I’d ever had with the most magnificent man I’d ever met? A man with a beautiful body and an artist’s soul to match?

Still…Roy was not without issues. He was hiding something. I felt it in the marrow of my bones.

And the way he spoke of his sister… The naked envy in his tone. I couldn’t blame him. He and his brothers had supposedly been treated terribly by their father while watching their baby sister be doted on as his favorite.

My head swung back to Leta Romero’s words earlier.

Rock had said his sister was the reason he was sent away.

But his sister had been six then!

Still… the little girl was her father’s favorite.

God, was he…? No, he couldn’t have been abusing her. Reid and Roy would surely have known.

This puzzle had so many pieces, and none of them seemed to fit together.

I finished in the shower.

How the heck was I supposed to keep my distance from Roy when we were sharing a suite?

Easy enough. I’d retire to my bedroom and lock the door. I could do it now. I was already in here.

But that wouldn’t be fair. I had to explain my reasoning to Roy.

I toweled off, moisturized all over, and then put on my shortie pajamas and clad myself in the lush white hotel robe. I inhaled deeply and opened the door, leaving my bedroom and entering the living area of the suite.

Roy was still on the phone with his brothers. He put his finger to his lips, motioning for me to be quiet. I nodded.

But I didn’t leave. If he didn’t want me there, he’d say so. I’d stay until he was done with his conversation, and then I’d talk to Roy about cooling things off.

Rock’s voice: You sure that’s what she said? What were her exact words?”

Roy: I can’t recall her exact words, but Charlie took really good notes.

Rock: Is she there?

Roy: Yeah. Right here.

Rock: Get her on the line.

Roy nodded to me, and I grabbed the laptop out of my briefcase. I also grabbed my phone. I hadn’t told Roy I recorded the conversation. Was now the time?

“Did you write down Leta’s exact words about her conversations with Nieves?”

I smiled.

He cocked his head.