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“Okay. I can wait.” She offers a smile and plops down on the stool on the other side of me, effectively ending my conversation with my soon-to-be ex-fiancée’s sister.
Chapter 7: Grace Newman
Did They Do It On My Desk
Three and a Half Months Before the Wedding
It’s another Saturday at the winery, which is our busiest day of the week, so I head to the Grand Hall first thing in the morning. The cleaning crew and Heidi are there making sure everything is in tip-top shape for today’s wedding.
When I head toward the office, Amelia is in the tasting room chatting with Nana, and she seems to be in fine spirits, which makes me think Spencer didn’t make his confession to her yet.
I unlock my office door, and something in here feels…off. It’s a weird vibe or something.
And my laptop isn’t where I left it. I always keep it in the exact same spot on my desk, but it’s a few inches to the right. I notice it when I sit down to start typing and my fingers are on all the wrong keys.
I’m sure I just shifted it a little bit when I left yesterday, though I’m pretty careful not to do that.
I also notice a few other strange things. They’re small things nobody else would ever notice, but this is my office. It’s my home, really. And when things are off, I know.
My pencil cup is missing a pencil. The pad of paper I keep at exactly the right place to take notes is on the left side of my desk. I’m right-handed.
Someone was in here, and I intend to find out who…and why.
I have records in here for the employees who work in the tasting room and the Grand Hall, and while I keep them locked up, if someone wanted to get in badly enough, they’d be able to.
But why would someone want to see the employee records? Why would someone come in here at all?
It doesn’t make any sense.
My dad installed a security system a few years ago, and he trained me on how to navigate through the footage. I left last night after wine and flatbread with Spencer a little after eight o’clock.
I pull up the footage from just outside my office to see who might’ve come in after eight.
There’s nothing.
I fast forward to nine.
Ten.
Still nothing.
But just after midnight, I see it.
Amelia with her arm hooked through Drew’s as she walks toward my office. He stops her partway to my office and pushes her up against the wall. His mouth crashes down to hers.
Amelia and Drew?
What in the hell am I looking at right now?
I gasp as I keep watching. They share a steamy, passionate kiss against the wall, and then he pushes her into my door.
Oh, God.
Did they come in here and do it on my desk?
Amelia uses her keys to unlock my door, and sure enough, they come in here. I don’t have a camera in here. She doesn’t have one in her office, either.
But she was in here, maybe having sex right here.
