Free Surrender: Keeping Her in the Dark Vol. 4 by Leslie Sansom Page B

remember.”
    “Why is his business important?” she asked.
    “Because, if I can find a business, maybe I can get his schedule or hangouts or where he likes to have dinner, from his secretary.”
    “I don’t like the sound of this,” she said.
    “I can show up. He will see me and he is so obnoxious and full of himself he won’t be able to not talk to me. He will have to say something.”
    “Then what?” she asked. “What’s the big plan? So you find him, he talks to you, you talk to him, and then what? If you want to handle it, then how do you plan to exact revenge on him?” she asked.
    “That’s a good question,” I said.
    “Norah!” she shouted.
    “I haven’t thought about it! I’ll figure it out as I go. I’m sure when I see his smug face again it will come to me,” I nodded confidently. “Now get me that information!”
    I went back to work but I couldn’t stop thinking about Nick. Kelly was right. I had no idea what I was going to do once I got him in my sights. Liam wanted to kill him and I couldn’t do that. But what could I do. What did I think he deserved? He kidnapped me, treated me like a dog, whipped me, let other men whip me and would have raped me if Liam hadn’t shown up when he did. What does a man like that deserve?
    A few hours later Kelly came back in my office.
    “I found a Meyers’ Contracting Company in Buffalo New York. They work with NAM Lumber in Oregon and are owned and operated by one Nick Meyers.” She handed me a piece of paper with the address and a phone number.
    “Thank you!” I picked up the phone and quickly dialed the number.
    Later that night I was fixing my makeup in the back of my car when John’s eyes caught mine.
    “Who are you meeting?” he asked.
    “A client,” I said and ran my fingers through my hair.
    “What kind of client?” he asked.
    “The kind that pays,” I winked and got out of the car. I stood beside the door and wiggled my skirt down to my knee. Out of the corner of my eye I saw John rounding the car.
    “How long are you going to be?” he asked.
    “I’m not sure. I’m having drinks and maybe dinner. I’ll call you when I’m ready,” I looked over at him.
    “How about I will be waiting right here all night,” he smiled. I nodded at him and walked inside.
    The restaurant was Monroe’s. Liam and I had been here three times before. Nick’s secretary said he was having dinner here tonight.
    “Mrs. Hastings, how are you?” the host came straight to me and kissed my cheeks. “Where is your husband? I haven’t seen you two in a long time. Anthony made a cream sauce last week that Mr. Hasting’s would have died for.” I flinched when he said ‘die for’.
    He sat me at a two person table in the corner. Two hours, a basket of bread and three whiskey sours later, still no Nick.
    “Would you like another drink, Mrs. Hastings?” my waiter asked me.
    “Ah, no thank you, just the bill.”
    “The bill has been taken care of by Roberto,” he nodded at me. I stood up, grabbed my wrap and walked to the door, thanking Roberto for taking care of my bill on my way out.
    As I waited for John to pull the car up, my phone rang.
    “Hello?” I said.
    “Did you talk to him?” Kelly asked.
    “That wasn’t what tonight was about. I just wanted to see him and then maybe I could form a plan,” I paused and turned my heel in the cement. “But he didn’t show, so it was pointless,” I huffed.
    “Who didn’t show?” a male voice said behind me. I turned around and there he was in all his glory. Nick Meyers standing at his very tall height, with his blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight, looking dashing and debonair in his black suit.
    “I’ve got to go,” I smiled in the phone and then put it back in my purse. “Well, well, well…who do we have here?” I shoved my hip out and cocked my head to the side.
    He walked toward me and held out his hand. I held mine out too. He took it and kissed it lightly.
    “How do you know Liam is