“It’s Blaine,” I lied. “He wants to start things up again.”

“Ah.” Lacey smiled.

“I’m not interested.”

“I can see why.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“I mean…you and Roy.”

Apparently she was intent on talking about it. “Roy and I aren’t an item.”

“Even after the luxurious trip on the jet?”

I chuckled. “We didn’t join the mile-high club, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

She laughed then. “Rock and I didn’t, either.”

My eyebrows nearly flew off my forehead.

“That surprises you?”

Yeah, it did, given their tryst in her office the first time they met, but I didn’t want Lacey to know I’d heard them.

“Just…Rock seems…” My cheeks warmed. “None of my business, Lace. Sorry.”

“Don’t give up on Roy.”

“I promise you that anything that happens with Roy won’t interfere with my work here.”

“I know it won’t, and that’s not what I meant. I just meant…there’s something about Roy. Something special. I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

“He’s hiding something,” I blurted out.

This time her eyebrows took flight. “He is?”

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t know for sure. I suppose it’s just a feeling. Something I sense in him. Something I see in his art, too.”

“How well do you know him, Charlie?”

“Not well. Only in the biblical sense.”

She smiled.

“I didn’t mean to say that. It kind of just popped out.”

“All the Wolfe men are gorgeous,” Lacey said. “But there’s something special about Roy. Something almost…angelic.”

“His long hair?” I said, though that wasn’t it. I knew what she meant. It wasn’t angelic. It was a weird sort of innocence that had been tainted.

“Maybe the hair is part of it,” Lacey said.

“Probably it’s the fact that he’s an artist,” I said. “He’s kind of a closed book on the outside, but then you look at his artwork, and you realize there’s so much inside him just clawing to get out.”

Lacey nodded. “You’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“I enjoy art, mainly, and I see some darkness in his. Don’t get me wrong. He’s an incredible talent, and his work is amazing.”

“I don’t know anything about art,” she said, “so I’ll take your word for it. I do think his work is beautiful.”

“It is. He has a beautiful soul.”

I suppressed a groan. Had I really just said that to my boss?

“Like I said, don’t give up on him. If he’s anything like his brother, he’ll be a tough nut to crack. But the reward will be all the sweeter.” She smiled and left my office.

Hmm. I definitely hadn’t cracked Roy Wolfe. Did I want to? Did I want to be a part of whatever he was hiding?