Free You've Been Warned by James Patterson
Authors: James Patterson
up.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”
Closing my eyes, I let go with a primal scream, and yet at the same time I have a very sane thought.
This is no time to be alone.
Chapter 33
I CALL MICHAEL.
Actually, I page him. That’s how we work it on the weekends. The
arrangement
between us.
I’m the supposed big client to whom he gives direct access 24/7, so Penley doesn’t raise a tweezed eyebrow when he disappears into his study to call me back on his private line. I even have a name. Carter Whitmore. Sort of sounds like a guy in finance.
Two minutes later, my phone rings. I don’t bother with hello and cut right to the chase. “I need to see you.”
Before Michael can respond, I realize how that sounds, or at least how he might interpret it.
Sexually.
“I mean, I need to talk to you,” I tack on. Strangely, I’m feeling better now. Calmer.
“Okay, so let’s talk.”
“Where can I meet you?”
“Oh,” he says haltingly. “We can’t do this on the phone?”
“I’d rather not.”
Tell you that either I’m cracking up or it’s a whole lot worse than that.
“You sound stressed. Is everything okay?”
“No,” I answer. “Can’t we meet somewhere?”
“That’s the problem. I’m about to take Dakota and Sean to the Central Park Zoo.”
“Perfect. I’ll meet you there. Ten minutes.”
Silence.
“What is it, Michael?”
“The kids,” he says.
“What, don’t you think they’d like to see me?”
“Of course I do. That’s my point, Kristin. They’ll like it so much it will be the first thing they tell their mother when they get home.”
“Then what if I just happen to bump into you guys?”
He chuckles in a way I immediately don’t like. Almost condescending. He can be that way, but not with me.
“I think you’re reaching,” he says.
Now I’m a little pissed. And yes, I am stressed, okay?
“You’re right, Michael, I am reaching. I’m reaching out to you now, and you’re not there for me.”
“C’mon, don’t be so melodramatic, Kris. Take it all down a notch.”
I press him. “What about later? Are you free after the zoo?”
The silence again says it all. “I can’t,” he responds. “I would if I possibly could. Penley made plans tonight with another couple.”
I’m about to vent the mother lode of frustration and a whole lot worse on him when he abruptly clears his throat.
“I’ll check on those figures for you, Carter. I’m on it,” he says in his best business voice.
Shit.
“Penley just walked in, didn’t she?” I say.
“Yes, Carter, that’s correct. You have such a good feel for these things.”
I listen to Michael babble on about debt ratios and the nonfarm payroll report.
Give him credit, the switch over was seamless.
“Okay, she’s gone,” he says seconds later.
“What did she want?”
“The kids are waiting on me, so she was pointing at her watch and making an incredibly bitchy face — then again, what else is new?”
I can’t help a slight smile. I am calmer now, and I love it when he dumps on Penley. All the better for my Dump Penley campaign.
“So where were we?” he asks.
“Your not being there for me,” I answer.
Michael sighs. “I’m so sorry, honey,” he says. “Tell you what. How’s this? We’re supposed to drive out to Connecticut tomorrow to see my in-laws. I’ll do like I did last time and tell Penley that something came up with work. Better yet, I’ll blame it on you,
Carter.
”
“Can you really do that? ”
“Sure. We can spend the whole day together, maybe drive upstate and have a picnic somewhere, and you can tell me whatever it is you want to talk about.”
The thing is, I want to tell him now —
right now.
At least I think I do. Which raises an interesting question. How much do I really trust him? This much?
“Michael, I — ”
“Oh, shit,” he interrupts, sounding rushed. “Penley’s heading back this way. I’ll call you tomorrow morning, okay?”
There’s no time to
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”
Closing my eyes, I let go with a primal scream, and yet at the same time I have a very sane thought.
This is no time to be alone.
Chapter 33
I CALL MICHAEL.
Actually, I page him. That’s how we work it on the weekends. The
arrangement
between us.
I’m the supposed big client to whom he gives direct access 24/7, so Penley doesn’t raise a tweezed eyebrow when he disappears into his study to call me back on his private line. I even have a name. Carter Whitmore. Sort of sounds like a guy in finance.
Two minutes later, my phone rings. I don’t bother with hello and cut right to the chase. “I need to see you.”
Before Michael can respond, I realize how that sounds, or at least how he might interpret it.
Sexually.
“I mean, I need to talk to you,” I tack on. Strangely, I’m feeling better now. Calmer.
“Okay, so let’s talk.”
“Where can I meet you?”
“Oh,” he says haltingly. “We can’t do this on the phone?”
“I’d rather not.”
Tell you that either I’m cracking up or it’s a whole lot worse than that.
“You sound stressed. Is everything okay?”
“No,” I answer. “Can’t we meet somewhere?”
“That’s the problem. I’m about to take Dakota and Sean to the Central Park Zoo.”
“Perfect. I’ll meet you there. Ten minutes.”
Silence.
“What is it, Michael?”
“The kids,” he says.
“What, don’t you think they’d like to see me?”
“Of course I do. That’s my point, Kristin. They’ll like it so much it will be the first thing they tell their mother when they get home.”
“Then what if I just happen to bump into you guys?”
He chuckles in a way I immediately don’t like. Almost condescending. He can be that way, but not with me.
“I think you’re reaching,” he says.
Now I’m a little pissed. And yes, I am stressed, okay?
“You’re right, Michael, I am reaching. I’m reaching out to you now, and you’re not there for me.”
“C’mon, don’t be so melodramatic, Kris. Take it all down a notch.”
I press him. “What about later? Are you free after the zoo?”
The silence again says it all. “I can’t,” he responds. “I would if I possibly could. Penley made plans tonight with another couple.”
I’m about to vent the mother lode of frustration and a whole lot worse on him when he abruptly clears his throat.
“I’ll check on those figures for you, Carter. I’m on it,” he says in his best business voice.
Shit.
“Penley just walked in, didn’t she?” I say.
“Yes, Carter, that’s correct. You have such a good feel for these things.”
I listen to Michael babble on about debt ratios and the nonfarm payroll report.
Give him credit, the switch over was seamless.
“Okay, she’s gone,” he says seconds later.
“What did she want?”
“The kids are waiting on me, so she was pointing at her watch and making an incredibly bitchy face — then again, what else is new?”
I can’t help a slight smile. I am calmer now, and I love it when he dumps on Penley. All the better for my Dump Penley campaign.
“So where were we?” he asks.
“Your not being there for me,” I answer.
Michael sighs. “I’m so sorry, honey,” he says. “Tell you what. How’s this? We’re supposed to drive out to Connecticut tomorrow to see my in-laws. I’ll do like I did last time and tell Penley that something came up with work. Better yet, I’ll blame it on you,
Carter.
”
“Can you really do that? ”
“Sure. We can spend the whole day together, maybe drive upstate and have a picnic somewhere, and you can tell me whatever it is you want to talk about.”
The thing is, I want to tell him now —
right now.
At least I think I do. Which raises an interesting question. How much do I really trust him? This much?
“Michael, I — ”
“Oh, shit,” he interrupts, sounding rushed. “Penley’s heading back this way. I’ll call you tomorrow morning, okay?”
There’s no time to