Johnson Family 2: Perfect by Delaney Diamond Read Free Book Online

of thin air, Cyrus came around the corner. Tall and imposing, he weaved his way through the tables filled with diners, an expression on his face that suggested he wanted to hurt someone. All the muscles in her body seized up.
    He had been here.
    She held her breath until his long strides brought him beside their table, a look of displeasure on his face.
    He looked down at her without acknowledging Roland with even a glance. “Having fun, Dani?”

Chapter Six
    Daniella glared up at her husband in defiance. “Yes, I am.”
    Roland rose swiftly to his feet. “What a surprise to see you here, Cyrus.” A hint of nervousness colored his voice, but he stuck out his hand, reaching across Daniella to do so.
    Cyrus’s gaze flickered to his outstretched hand, making it clear he saw it, and then dipped back to her. “What do you think you’re doing?” He spoke calmly. But didn’t he always?
    “Eating dinner,” she replied in a steady tone.
    She didn’t want the confrontation to escalate. Beneath Cyrus’s deceptively calm exterior lurked a lion ready to pounce at the slightest provocation. He spoke in a low, neutral voice, but his jaw was tight. Even if Roland didn’t seem to sense the full extent of the danger, she knew it firsthand. She’d seen Cyrus eviscerate opponents for minor infractions, and considering how much he disliked Roland, she wouldn’t be surprised if there was bloodshed.
    Their waiter hustled to the table, a ready-to-please expression on his face. “Mr. Johnson, may I get you a chair?”
    “That would be nice, thank you. Right here would be fine.” He pointed to the spot on Daniella’s left, which meant she’d be sandwiched between the two men.
    The waiter ran off and almost immediately returned with a chair, which he placed in the exact location Cyrus indicated. The young man never even bothered to ask Roland or her if it was okay to have Cyrus join their table. He assumed it would be, which grated on her nerves.
    “The two of you back together now?” Cyrus sat in the chair and rested one shiny black shoe on his knee, patiently waiting for an answer.
    She didn’t know how to respond. Part of her wanted to thrust a lie in his face and tell him she was romantically involved with Roland, but another part of her worried about the repercussions.
    Roland sat down, too, and cleared his throat, no doubt as uncomfortable as she was in this awkward situation.
    Cyrus followed up with another question, this time directed at Roland. “You know we’re still married, don’t you?”
    Roland nodded. “I do. But I also know she wants a divorce.”
    Cyrus’s eyes returned to Daniella. He pinned her with a dark stare and she fought the urge to squirm. “She’s not getting one. No matter what means she uses to try to get it.”
    The way he looked at her sent a trickle of nervous energy down her spine. Did he know about the investigator?
    “I was going to save this for another time, but since we’re all here together, why not do it now? I have to give you credit for trying, by the way.” That’s when she knew for sure he’d found out about the P.I. and her stomach dropped in dismay. “My driver noticed a dark sedan around more often than not. By the way, your investigator made a good choice, using a nondescript vehicle, but it wasn’t good enough. The driver I usually use is former special forces, so he pays attention to details in a way most people don’t.” He pulled an envelope from his breast pocket, set it on the table, and pushed it toward her. “I received these today and planned to send them to you, but why delay?”
    Daniella stared at the envelope, the nervousness in her gut intensifying.
    “Go ahead, open it,” Cyrus prodded.
    Carefully, Daniella opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of photos. Regrettably, the investigator who’d been following Cyrus over the past week could be seen in each one sitting in his car or snapping photos through the long lens of a camera. While he’d