Scandal Never Sleeps (The Perfect Gentlemen 1)

He pulled away just enough to stare down at her. “We’re in this together, you know. I’ve felt guilty about dragging you into a mess, even though the rumors about your relationship with Mad would have surfaced eventually. But I’m glad you’re here. I’m not sure you could have handled the press on your own.”

That was true. She could handle a lot by herself. She was very competent. Her father had taught her self-defense and how to use a gun. She felt comfortable making the decision about when to flee or fight. But she had no idea how to handle a mob of insistent journalists. If she’d been left to her own devices, she would have headed home, never realizing there was trouble until it was too late. “This is your world. I don’t really understand it.”

His eyes turned serious. “I’ll take care of you, Everly. I’ll keep the press off you. Hopefully, once we figure out what happened with Mad, they’ll stop writing about you and move on to the next juicy story. Then you can get back to your life. Will you trust me?” He slid his hands up to frame her face. His thumb traced her lower lip. “Can you stand beside me and try to solve this crazy puzzle?”

Could she stay with him for days yet still hold herself apart? Everly couldn’t imagine how. Even now, she stood in his arms, barely two hours after she’d vowed to keep things professional between them. She’d be lying to herself if she denied the fact that she felt connected to him. Still, she had to try to resist the temptation of him. Nothing lay down this path except great sex—and heartbreak. But she was a big girl. She could handle it.

“If you’re honest with me, then yes.” Everly eased away from him, leaving the comfortable circle of his arms.

Guilt nagged at her. She was asking for honesty, but she wasn’t ready to tell him about the texts or the pictures yet. She needed time to be sure that what she’d received was actually relevant. Now that she was involved, all her investigative instincts were kicking in. She had a part to play in this and she got the feeling that, if Gabriel really understood, he would stand in her way. Whether he would do it to hide something or to protect the “little woman,” she wasn’t sure, but she knew he would try.

He sighed. She got the feeling that he was only giving her a bit of space for now and would be more persuasive later. “All right. I’ve told you my secrets. You know enough to go straight to the police and give them cause to arrest me.”

She wasn’t going to do that. Maybe she was an idiot and her hormones were affecting her judgment but she believed that he hadn’t gone to the airport that day with any ill intent. “Why haven’t they seen you on the surveillance footage? Surely they have cameras at the airport.”

“It’s a small, fairly exclusive airport. They’re also very private. It’s one reason we fly in and out of airports like that. There are cameras but the security is not as tight or in-your-face as a public airport. Maybe none of the surveillance caught me. I don’t know. It was certainly the last thing on my mind that day. But eventually, the police will run the toll tags on my car and figure out where I went. The logic that if I’d planned to kill my friend, I would have covered my tracks better, will be lost on them.”

Most likely. “Then you’ll have a hard time explaining why you lied during your interrogation.”

“But if I’d told Detective Johnson, he would have arrested me on the spot. I had to buy time to see if I could figure this out. I know Dax or Connor could have done the same, but they didn’t know Mad as well as I did. If someone killed him in such a premeditated fashion, they had a motive and I need to find it. It also had to be someone with the means, who knew about bombs and knew that Mad intended to fly to DC that night.” He crossed back over to the desk. “I thought I would find something in here. His desk is a mess. Mad never was very organized. It will take me most of the night to go through the rest of this stuff. I don’t even know what I’m looking for. I wish he’d kept a damn diary.”

“He wasn’t a teenage girl,” she returned. “I think we need to figure out why Maddox wanted a meeting with the president. I doubt he was going there for a beer. Who did he ask you about in that video? He mentioned a name when you were talking to him at lunch.”

“Sergei. It’s Russian. He didn’t mention a last name. That would have been helpful. I don’t know a Sergei. Never met one. And merely because the name is Russian doesn’t mean the person who uses it actually is. He could be as American as apple pie.”

“If Maddox was going to the president, maybe Sergei was someone the president knew.”

“It’s possible. Since Zack’s father was an ambassador to Russia for years, he spent a lot of time there,” Gabriel mused. “His parents sent him back here to attend some boarding school. He started Creighton in the seventh grade. When he went to visit his father in Moscow, I know he was very sheltered from that world, but it’s worth a shot. I’ll talk to Roman tomorrow and see if we can arrange a call or something. Until then, I’ll keep looking.”

He sat back down at the desk, his shoulders slumped as he looked across the mountain of paperwork.

She couldn’t help but watch him. “You know, I think Maddox was worried something bad would happen to him. He wasn’t just sad the last few weeks, but anxious. Maybe that’s why he broke up with your sister.”

He looked down with a shrug. “If he’d been worried, he should have come to me. He should have done anything but crush and humiliate her. Mad and I have been through a lot together. Hell, the six of us made promises. I know they were made when we were children, but we’ve stood by them for decades. So don’t try to justify anything he did to Sara again.”

A chill seemed to settle over him, and Everly knew now wasn’t the time to reach him. Despite their intimacy a few moments ago, he was right back to looking at her like he had in the office. She had to remember that his resentment of her relationship with Mad was always there, always bubbling with suspicion under his gorgeous surface. “I’m going to go and see if there’s anything I can make for dinner.”

“I would appreciate that.”

She looked at Gabriel for a moment, but all of his attention was now on the haphazard slips of paper littering the massive, masculine desk in front of him. He’d closed her off, and that was probably for the best. The more distance they maintained between them, the more they could concentrate on what was really important. She turned and walked out, leaving him to his thoughts.

As she did, her cell pinged, signaling she had a text. She pulled it out of her pocket and glanced down.

Don’t get caught in Bond’s web. Meet me tomorrow instead. 3PM. Parking garage. I’ll answer your questions.

Everly stared at the screen, her heart racing. He was moving the date of their meeting forward. Meeting this person alone in a parking garage was undoubtedly dangerous. But what if he knew something about Maddox’s murder that might solve the mystery and exonerate Gabriel? Something that could help her get her life back?

Tomorrow. She had until then to find everything she could about Maddox’s death and decide what she would do next.

• • •

Two hours later, Gabe sat back and wondered why he’d gotten so wound up. Between the food Everly had put on his plate and the half a bottle of Mad’s ridiculously good Pinot Noir he’d consumed, he didn’t want to remember why the world was a shitty place. Their fare—chicken, potatoes, and frozen peas she’d somehow made amazing—had been simple, entirely tasty, and all the better because Everly had made it with her own t

wo hands.

After they’d consumed the food and drink, the evening hush turned to a still night. Darkness fell over the room, and Mad’s desk light did little to illuminate the space between them. The air quietly hummed with tension. She looked so lovely, so close. Gabe didn’t want to go back to Mad’s desk and try to unravel a murder. He wanted to forget it all and spend the evening inside her.

“I should clean up.” She started to gather the dishes.

“Stay.”

If she went back up to the main floor, he wouldn’t likely see her until morning. Perhaps a wise thing since he had pressing problems and he still wasn’t sure what her role in Mad’s life had been. It probably didn’t matter now, but Gabe couldn’t stop wondering why Mad had handpicked her to head up Crawford’s cybersecurity. Or why his old friend had given her his time and attention if he wasn’t sleeping with her. Everly could absolutely be lying about that, but Gabe wasn’t sure it mattered now. He wanted her too much to care.

The question was, how to get her to trust him enough to go to bed with him again? With most women, he could whisper a few pretty words or offer her some baubles. Or he could simply explain that no one would believe they weren’t sleeping together, so they might as well. He was pretty sure none of those tactics would get him anywhere with Everly.

So he needed to find another reason for her to stay close to him. “Why don’t you help me look through some of Mad’s notes?”

“I’ve been thinking . . . what if he left something important in his office at the Crawford building?”

Gabriel shook his head. “After a corporate espionage case about a decade ago, Mad stopped storing anything relevant there except a box of condoms and some lube.”

Now that he thought about it, he really wished his pal had used those freaking condoms a few months back.