Fool Me Once (First Wives #1)

He didn’t answer her question with words, but his eyes betrayed him.

“Oh, God . . .” Hysteria sat so close to the surface she felt it snapping her sanity. “What was so valuable that you had to screw me to get it?”

“It was never like that.” He reached for her again.

Taking the sheet with her, she scrambled out of bed, forcing him to move so she could wrap it around her.

God, she was so stupid. There were no such things as coincidences. Wasn’t that her motto in court, in her life?

“Why are you telling me this now? Why not just break it off and move on?”

“Because I care about you.”

She shook her head and forced her tears back. “Don’t say that. You have no right,” she yelled. “Who hired you, Reed?”

“It’s safer if I don’t tell you.”

She took one step toward him, hand in the air. “You no longer have the right to care about my safety.” She spun around, held the sheet up as she grabbed her clothes off the floor.

“Listen to me,” he said as he moved around her.

She backed away.

“There is someone else following you.”

“What?”

“And I think she’s working for Petrov. You need a bodyguard, Lori.”

Her chest rose and fell so fast she was seeing stars. “How long have you known this?”

Guilt hit his face and stuck.

“How long, Reed?” She asked in short, staccato words.

“France.”

She nearly dropped the sheet as she reached for her head. “France?” Tears started to fall.

“I’m sorry, Lori. Just listen to me, I can explain—”

She turned on him, marched into his space, and pulled her shoulders back. “Don’t.” Her finger poked him hard in the chest, and then she fisted her hand and pulled it to her mouth to keep from screaming.

“You were a job, but you’ve turned into—”

She pushed him away. “Fool me once . . .” She glared at him. “Once.”

The sheet fell to the floor and she pulled on her clothes.

Reed called her name as she scrambled around the room, collecting her things. “Lori.”

Raw tears ran down her cheeks.

“I’ll take you home.”

She didn’t honor his suggestion with a response as she all but ran out the door.

At the desk of the hotel, the smile on the woman’s face fell when Lori ran toward her. “I need the hotel car.”

“Right away, Miss.”

“To drive me to LA.”

The woman looked around. “It’s for local—”

Lori swung her purse on the counter. “It’s an emergency.” She opened her wallet, pulled five one-hundred-dollar bills from a hidden compartment, and put them on the desk. She looked behind her to see Reed running toward her with his bag.

“Please.”

Without words, the woman walked her outside and to the back of the town car.

Once the car pulled away, she heard Reed yelling her name.





Chapter Twenty-Eight




Reed’s first thought was to call Danny, but then he switched gears.

He picked up speed on the freeway in an effort to catch up to the black sedan taking Lori home. The desk and valet at the hotel delayed him long enough to give Lori a fifteen-minute head start.

The phone through the system in his Jeep rang several times before Cooper picked up.

“Cooper.”

“It’s Reed. I need you to be at Lori’s when she gets there.”

“Is she okay?” The tone in Cooper’s voice said he was waking up.

“No. I fucked up. She’s not thinking straight.”

“What the—”

“I’m sure you’ll hear the details, but what you need to know is she is still being watched. Petrov has a woman following her. Five seven, looks like a Russian movie star, complete with an accent, although she spoke at least two languages. Who knows how many more. So she might be able to disguise herself.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Not important. Just be there, Cooper. Lori should be back home within the hour. If she won’t let you in her place, park yourself in the hall.”

Reed disconnected the call and weaved through the light early Sunday traffic.

Twenty minutes into his drive, he spotted the sedan and slowed down.

He kept pace several cars behind, not that he cared if Lori knew he followed her home. Once they hit the city, he pulled in closer, running red lights to keep up.

The driver pulled into the turnaround at Lori’s building and opened the door.

She’d put on sunglasses, even though the sky was littered with low clouds and fog.

He’d crushed her.

Lori lifted her head and stared directly at his car, parked on the opposite side of the street. She paused, lifted her chin, and walked away.

Reed’s grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white.

He had no one to blame but himself, but the need to punch out his frustration overwhelmed him. It was times like this he wished he’d taken up boxing. He could throw himself into a ring and let someone beat the crap out of him, just because he deserved it.




Tears overwhelmed her until she hit Ventura. That’s when she noticed Reed lagging behind. She had considered asking the driver to speed up, but to what end? Reed knew where she lived. He knew where she worked, and he knew her secrets.

Once inside the safety of her home, she slammed the door, closed her eyes, and leaned against it. She slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor, her knees to her chest, and cried.

How stupid. How could she be so stupid? They met at a bar on a cruise ship. She remembered their first look, the first flirt. He said he’d looked at the bill to capture her name and follow her around. Even joked that he was stalking her.

She fisted her hair in her hands as she held her head. Everything felt so normal, completely by chance.

But it was all fabricated.

Everything.

“Lori?”

She lifted swollen eyes toward Danny. Cooper stood at his side.

“What are you doing here?” she managed to ask.

“Reed called me.”

She forced her jaw to stay closed and squeezed her eyes shut, as if that alone would erase him from her mind. She scrambled to her feet, leaving her purse, which had spilled all over the floor, and her suitcase where she’d dropped them, and stormed to her bedroom.

Inside, she wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and smelled him. The scent of Reed was still on her skin.

“Damn it.”