McNeil knew perfectly well that, given his current status, he had no right to meddle in Victoria’s personal affairs. Still, seeing her all dressed up and perfectly put together made him uneasy.
He couldn’t shake the worry that she was going out to meet someone.
Was it Stein again? What were they up to this time? Were they… on a date?
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Victoria’s phone rang. The icy expression she wore melted away, replaced by a faint, almost tender smile. Her voice softened as she spoke, warmth slipping into her tone.
McNeil’s every nerve was on high alert. He strained to catch her words, but all he heard was Victoria saying, “Alright, see you at the usual place.”
The usual place? Whoever she was meeting, it was obvious they had a close relationship—closer, perhaps, than he was comfortable with.
He watched helplessly as Victoria slipped out the door. At the same time, he grabbed his own phone and dialed.
On the other end, one of the bodyguards answered.
“Follow Mrs. McNeil’s car and see where she goes—find out who she’s meeting. I’ll catch up with you soon.”
Gwyneth, his daughter, looked up at him in confusion.
“Daddy, are you leaving soon too? What about Chris and Celia?”
McNeil managed a gentle smile as he turned to her.
“Of course I’ll take you all with me,” he said.
Both kids were fast asleep. He’d already told the bodyguard to get the car ready and bring the children along.
Gwyneth still needed to be dropped off at preschool. His business van had long since been transformed into a full-blown family vehicle.
They were traveling with four bodyguards and a nanny.
He was determined to find out what Victoria was really up to.
Gwyneth seemed to sense what was on his mind.
“Daddy, are you going to follow Mommy? But my teacher says it’s wrong to spy on people. She says that’s what weirdos do.”
McNeil’s face darkened considerably. He tried to explain himself.
“I’m just worried about your mom’s safety. That’s all.”
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