Shadow of a Doubt (Tangled Ivy Book 2) by Tiffany Snow Read Free Book Online Page B

demise.”
    That shut me up. I hadn’t considered that, or maybe I hadn’t wanted to. I’d rather hate Devon for leaving me than consider the possibility that he could be dead.
    “So where are you taking me?” I asked.
    “Tonight to a hotel,” he said, glancing in the rearview mirror and making an abrupt left turn. “And you can tell me what’s happened, including the dismal extent to which the FBI agent failed to protect you.”
    “I didn’t know it was his job to protect me,” I retorted, stung at his insinuation. “I thought it was yours.”
    His gaze snapped to mine, but he didn’t reply. I saw him glance at the bandage on my arm and his jaw tightened. I had the inkling that I was becoming a liability for Devon, and I didn’t know how well he tolerated liabilities.
    “I need my things from Scott’s house,” I said. “Take me there first.”
    I wondered if he’d know where Scott lived, and somehow I wasn’t surprised to see that indeed, he did. He followed me to the door, and I didn’t ask how he got the door unlocked, just stepped past him when it swung open.
    It didn’t take me long to pack and I hesitated when I saw the ten thousand dollars in the suitcase. Making a quick decision, I took out the money and left it sitting on the bedroom bureau. Scott’s car was utterly wrecked. Leaving the money seemed the least I could do as an apology.
    Only minutes after we got there, we were leaving, Devon hauling my suitcase to his car and stowing it in the trunk. Across town, he pulled in to a really nice hotel lot and handed his keys to the valet. Sliding an arm around my waist, he guided me inside and to the elevators.
    “Don’t you need to check in?” I asked, confused.
    “I have a room,” he clarified, punching the button to call the car.
    I stared at him and felt my face grow pale. “For how long?” I asked. How long had he been staying just miles from me?
    His gaze was unflinching when he looked at me. “A week.”
    I felt as though he’d slapped me. I was so stunned, I didn’t move when the elevator doors opened. Placing his hand on the small of my back, Devon had to guide me inside. The door slid shut.
    “You’ve been here a week and didn’t tell me?” My voice sounded strangled.
    “I’ve been working,” he said. “And I came to see you when I could.”
    I didn’t speak as the doors opened again, and he guided me out and down the hall to a room. He unlocked the door, and we stepped inside.
    My mind was spinning, trying to figure out what I was going to do with this information. I was hurt that he’d been here and hadn’t told me, hurt that he’d not been to see me more than the few hours he’d been in my bed the other night. And I didn’t want to hurt, so I channeled it into anger.
    “I’m so glad you could spare some time,” I said, uncaring at the bitterness in my voice. “I’m sure it was hard to squeeze me in.”
    Devon pulled the drapes closed, then discarded his jacket on a nearby chair before replying. “I told you what you were getting when I agreed to continue our relationship,” he said evenly. “I promised you nothing. You have no cause to be upset.”
    He was right, which hurt even more and just made me angrier. I hadn’t counted on how his lack of emotional attachment to me was going to hurt. I’d been deluding myself into thinking that I was okay with just a physical relationship with Devon. Really, I’d been hoping if I waited it out, he’d grow to care more about me.
    I’d been very, very wrong.
    “Fine,” I said, trying to take all the emotion out of my voice.
    Devon was watching me, his hands in his pockets. His tie was still knotted and he hadn’t yet removed his gun or holster.
    “What happened?” he said. “The apartment is trashed.”
    “Clive happened,” I replied, then I told him about Clive showing up in my car, how I’d been afraid to go home and called Scott instead.
    “Why not Logan?” he interrupted. “Why call the FBI