Reece was late. He didn't answer my calls all morning and I rang dozens of times. He had no meetings listed in his diary and no one in the office had heard from him.
By the time he arrived at eleven, I was sick with worry. "There you are!" I said, greeting him at the glass door. "I've been trying to call you and— Reece? What's wrong?"
His face was ashen. His eyes red-rimmed and surrounded by shadows so dark they resembled bruises. "I know what your game is now, Cleo. I know."
My heart ground to a halt. Bile rose to my throat. The room seemed to be spinning out of control and I wanted to throw up. "What are you talking about?" I murmured.
But I knew. I knew just from the look of him that he'd found out about my other job working for Ellen. But how? Who would have told him? I couldn't th
