yacht while vacationing in Catalina Cove. He usually spends his time fishing every day.”
Audria smiled. That didn’t surprise her. She knew how much Roman liked to fish. “Anything else?”
“Yes. There is a woman.”
Audria nearly missed a step and gripped her phone tighter. “There is?”
“Yes. I’ve taken pics of them together a few times. She’s been on the yacht, and they do spend time together. I take it she’s someone he met while in Catalina Cove, because so far, she hasn’t spent a night with him on the yacht.”
That fact calmed Audria’s anger somewhat. At least the woman hadn’t been an overnight guest. “I’m headed for my car. I’ll look at the pictures then. If I need you for anything else, I will call you.”
When she made it to her private car, Sparrow, her chauffeur, was there, ready to open the door for her. She slid onto the rich leather seat, not caring she’d flashed him in the process. Now he knew she hadn’t bothered to put back on her panties before leaving the spa.
He leaned in to look at her and, with a knowing grin, asked, “Where to, Ms. Wayfare?”
“To the Lemmon Aire Restaurant. I’m meeting Walter Sims for lunch.” She saw the frown on Sparrow’s face. He knew of her setup with Walter, who handled her financial affairs. Although Walter was married, fifteen years her senior and the father of two, they got together on occasion to roll between the sheets.
She smiled, thinking Sparrow was probably upset because he knew Walter would be the one getting what he wanted today. One day Sparrow would learn that this was her body and she shared it with whomever she chose. He was lucky he was even on the list.
When he didn’t say anything, and just stood there with the door open, she asked in an irritated tone, “Is there a problem, Sparrow?”
He looked at her for a long moment, then replied, “No, ma’am. There’s no problem.” He closed the door and then walked around the car to get into the driver’s seat.
They had ridden a few blocks before she clicked on the phone to see the pictures John had sent her. The first ten were of Roman. He wore the scruffy look well. Unshaven and wearing shorts and a T-shirt, he had a damn sexy look. And just the thought that she used to get some of him had heat settling between her legs.
Then she viewed the rest of the photos. There was a few of him walking with some woman while holding hands. Of all the times they’d gone out, he’d never held her hand. Claimed he wasn’t a hand-holding sort of guy. Then her gaze focused on the woman. She looked all right. Not beautiful or gorgeous. Just all right. There were several other pics of Roman and that same woman together, including two photos of them kissing. And the very last one had captured the way he’d looked at the woman after the kiss. That look bothered Audria because she didn’t recall him ever looking at her that way.
She honestly didn’t see what he saw in the woman. She was wearing a baseball cap, of all things, and her clothes—a pair of jeans and a top—didn’t look name-brand. He must have been desperate to show interest in someone who looked so tacky. Audria knew there had never been a time when she’d been in Roman’s presence when she hadn’t been dressed to the nines or looked dignified and classy. Even when casually dressed, she looked refined. There was nothing sophisticated or classy about this woman at all. However, she couldn’t discount the way he looked at her, which meant he was quite taken with her.
She clicked off her pictures and clicked on John’s number. “John, this is Audria. I want to know the identity of the woman in the photos with Senator Malone. I want to know everything there is about her.”
“I’ll get on it right away.”
She ended the call, too upset to join Walter for lunch. She sent a text to his private number telling him something had come up and she needed to cancel their date. After sliding her cell phone into her purse, she said to Sparrow, “There’s been a change in plans. I won’t be joining Mr. Sims for lunch after all.”
Without taking his eyes off the road, Sparrow asked, “Where to now, Ms. Wayfare?”
She could tell by the tone of his voice, although it was respectful, that he was still peeved. Her next