Jaimie: Fire and Ice (The Wilde Sisters 2)

The women grinned. Then Lissa blew out a breath.

“I spoke to Caleb…”

Five minutes later, they were convinced that intervention—a Wilde intervention, Lissa had dubbed it—was not only called for, it was necessary.

“Lissa,” Jennie said, “the next step is in your hands.”

Lissa nodded. They had all agreed. A phone call, an invitation, a little subterfuge.

“Tomorrow morning, first thing.”

Silence. Then, Jennie chewed on her lip.

“I just hope this doesn’t backfire,” she said softly.

They all sighed and said they hoped the same thing, but what choice was there?

If things went well, Jaimie would be happy for the rest of her life.

It things went badly…

“If they go badly,” Lissa said, “at least we’ll know that we tried.”

* * * *

Shadow Inc., Caleb had said. Lissa Googled it, and called the number she found.

“Shadow Inc.,” a pleasant female voice said.

“Zacharias Castelianos, please.”

“May I ask what this is about?”

Lissa picked up a pencil and doodled a circle.

“It’s personal.”

“I’m afraid Mr. Castelianos is in a meeting, Miss…Miss…”

“I think he’ll want to take my call.”

“Ma’am. As I said—”

“My name is not ‘ma’am,’ it is Wilde. Lissa Wilde. Tell him that I want to speak to him about my sister, Jaimie. I’ll hold.”

A gusty sigh came over the phone.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Lissa looked at her watch. Ten seconds. Twenty…

“What’s happened to Jaimie?”

The voice was male, low, rough with alarm. Lissa almost smiled—but not quite.

“Nothing’s happened to her, Mr. Castelianos.”

“But you told my PA…” Zach looked at his PA, who was looking at him as if she’d never seen him before. He scowled and motioned her out of his office. “Who is this?”