From fifty-eight stories up, I had a prestigious view of some of the most expensive real estate in the country, and none of it mattered. My mind was with Charli. If I weren’t careful, my body would follow. Not exactly the best state of affairs for conducting business. I’d managed to do that, but between each phone call or report, I’d slip back to the beautiful redhead and rehash her reasoning for Infidelity. I also wondered about her conversation this morning with Deloris. At least I’d know about that since I’d have my report soon. What I couldn’t comprehend was Charli’s reasoning. The questions continued to haunt me. How did she go from law student to prostitute? Why didn’t she investigate other options? There had to be more she wasn’t telling me, probably more that Deloris knew. I wasn’t sure how long my curiosity would allow me to stick to my previous plan. I wanted to know more. I just wanted to learn it from her. I needed that, to trust her. Sitting back at my desk, I let out a long breath and rubbed my hand over my face.
