Chapter 54. Cadmus

I'd walked away from her that day feeling confused as hell, but even more, I was intrigued. So no, she hadn't used me to get her with a child, at least that much I know to be true. So what the hell was it? I was halfway to my room and bemoaning the fact that I wouldn't get to say goodnight to my sons when my phone rang in my pocket.

"Simon What do you have for me?" Simon is the head of security for my corporation and the one also in charge of looking after mom and dad when they travel. His team of men and women work mostly in the shadows, but they're known for more than just being human shields. They can find out anything about anyone, given the time and money to do it.

"Good evening Mr. Auclair, I've got the results you wanted from the license plate number you gave. Sorry, it took so long, but I wanted to be thorough."

"Go ahead."

"The car comes back to a PI firm. It's run by a man named Sony, not the best reputation and skating on thin ice where his license is concerned. He's known for crossing many lines that should never be crossed."

"He has a team working with him, so it's hard to say who exactly was in the car unless we can get a picture of them. You say there were two of them, right?"

"Yes, tell you what, I'll let them pick up my trail again tomorrow and give you a heads-up. That way, you can have someone tail them and get that pic. Not that it matters. I want to talk to this Sony guy face to face, set it up."

"Will do, sir, goodnight." I hung up the phone and looked back down the hallway towards the nursery. I'm convinced, as is my driver that we'd picked the tail up at her place. Who the hell would have a PI following her, and for what reason? The thought of her being in some kind of danger was daunting, and then I thought of my sons, and my blood ran cold, then hot.

I turned to go back to her. She's going to tell me once and for all what the fuck happened two years ago to send her fleeing from my life. If I don't like what she has to say, I'll strangle her neck. Once again, I found myself coming up short in the doorway. This time it was because of the way she'd fallen asleep in the chair with our son Cayden held safely in her arms. There were tear tracks on her face that I knew were most likely there because of me. I didn't like the way that made me feel, so I was more than a little rough when I woke her up.