“No, I haven’t heard about it. What did Marcel uncover?”
“They discovered how she was getting into young Granger’s office when he was careful about locking the door every night before leaving.”
“How?”
“It seems she had a key. One that once belonged to Sylvia Granger.”
“Dalton’s mother?”
Her father stared over at her for a minute before saying, “Yes, Jace, Caden and Dalton’s mother.”
Jules quickly picked up her fork and began eating her eggs. Why had she singled Dalton out? Her father was too perceptive and was probably wondering the same thing. “How did the woman get the key?”
“No one knows, but everyone finds it interesting that she had it.”
Jules didn’t say anything, but she found that piece of information interesting, as well.
*
Caden looked his brother up and down. “Glad you returned from Florida in one piece.”
A side of Dalton’s lips curved into a smile when he dropped into the chair across from Jace’s desk. Caden was occupying the other chair in the room. Okay, he thought, he would play his brother’s silly little game. “Any reason I was not supposed to return in one piece?”
Jace chuckled. “With both you and Jules in Miami, we were concerned you might return all shredded. Ripped into pieces.”
The words shredded and ripped made Dalton remember the dress Jules had worn to the club that night. That had been the beginning of the most pleasurable six nights of his life. He had to fight back a throaty growl trying to break through the memories. He shifted in his chair and cleared his throat. “What makes you think our paths even crossed?”
“Didn’t they?” Caden asked, studying him closely.
Dalton shook his head. “What is this? Get into Dalton’s business day?”
“Why not? You certainly like getting into ours enough,” was Caden’s comeback.
“I concur,” Jace added.
Dalton shrugged. “That was before the two of you married. There’s no need to get into your business now, because your lives are boring as hell.”
Caden laughed. “You think so?”
“Yes.”
“Hate to disappoint you,” Jace said, smiling while twirling his pen between his fingers. “And you never answered the question about whether yours and Jules’s paths crossed.”
If he refused to answer, they would take that as a yes. So he decided to tell them a lie. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Sorry to disappoint you guys, but I didn’t see Jules.”
“Not at all?” Caden pressed.
Dalton rolled his eyes, refusing to answer. “I hope the reason you summoned me here, Jace, was not to interrogate me about Jules.”
Jace tossed his pen on the desk and nodded. “You’re right. This meeting has nothing to do with Jules. We thought we’d bring you up-to-date on Brandy Booker. Marcel discovered whose key she was using to get into your office.”
“Let me guess. She’d made a duplicate,” Dalton said drily.
“No. Only the company security team can duplicate the keys, and there was never a work order for one.”
Dalton shrugged. “Doesn’t mean anything if you know someone in the right places. Brandy was a looker. Pretty damned hot, too.”
Caden frowned. “And, of course, you know this. I hope you didn’t lie to us about not having an affair with her, Dalton. Especially after I came to your defense with Marcel.”
Dalton stretched his legs out in front of him. Brandy had flirted with him a lot of times. Had even thrown out hints regarding her availability and eagerness to please. Although he’d flirted back with her on occasion, the last thing he was interested in was an office affair. He figured Brandy for the clingy type, and things wouldn’t have boded well when he dropped her, which he would have done eventually...like a hot potato. “Relax, Caden, I meant it when I said Brandy and I never slept together. Hell, I never even kissed her. She and I became friends, nothing more.”