Free Raven (Kindred #1) by Scarlett Finn Page B

the line rang out until it went to voicemail.
    Grant might be busy now, but she’d clear a space for them to talk on Monday because she was tired of the questions and she wouldn’t deceive him anymore.

FIVE
     
     
    Grant didn’t return the missed call and he was late to the office on Monday. He said nothing about his Saturday night meeting with Kahlil and not a word about the men in the parking garage. Either he hadn’t been told about what had happened or he hadn’t put the pieces together and identified her as the woman who was attacked. If she had to, Zara would put money on the former because the Grant McCormack she knew would be outraged by any woman being intimidated, especially on his property and as such would no doubt have brought up the incident with her as a prelude to strengthening security.
    Executive parking was one of the few areas in the building without video surveillance. A directive had been issued to remove all cameras from there a couple of months ago. At the time, it hadn’t made much sense, but no one questioned it. Now she had an inkling that Grant’s motive was to conceal these secret meetings with shady characters.
    After lunch, he was alone in the office with the blinds open, as they were when he was present. With no imminent meetings, Zara decided that now was her chance to speak to him. She hurried away from her desk, ignoring the pain in her ankle, which had slowed her down throughout the day. At that moment, her injury was secondary to talking to her boss.
    Having walk-in privileges meant the front desk assistant didn’t blink when Zara entered Grant’s office. Because she sometimes came into Grant’s office just to leave a document or pick one up without them exchanging a word, he didn’t acknowledge her entry, even after she closed the door.
    Creeping forward, she was nervous about bringing up what she knew because she didn’t want this man she revered to believe she’d been snooping. They had never had an outright confrontation before, but she’d witnessed him arguing with others and it was obvious that he didn’t like to be challenged.
    But there was no backing out of this, she had to take a risk. “Sir, do you have a minute?” she asked.
    While he was still writing, a smile quirked his lips. “Oh, she pulled out the sir, it must be serious.” Grant pushed aside the document he’d been working on and opened his hand toward the chair beside his desk.
    As per his silent invitation, she crossed to seat herself while considering how to broach the subject. “It is serious,” she said, and his smile fell away in light of his new interest.
    “You know I’ll help you out of any jam,” he said, swiveling his chair in her direction.
    She took a breath. “It’s you that I’m worried about,” she admitted, trying to judge the subtle changes in his expression to figure out if he was angry or just confused by her statement.
    “Me?”
    Their professional relationship was integral to both of their lives. They saw each other every day and were often informal, but neither had attempted to intrude on the personal life of the other. But from what she’d heard of Grant’s meeting with Kahlil they were doing some sort of business together, so as far as Zara was concerned, she was well within her rights to bring it up. Especially if Kahlil was the same caliber of man as she’d met in the parking garage, because she couldn’t believe Grant would do business with them if he knew the truth.
    Except his shoulders straightened and the groove between his dark brows deepened, and for the first time she thought she might be crossing the line into inappropriate and was terrified that she might offend or disrespect him.
    But she couldn’t retreat, not after being assaulted. Raven indicated that all of her recent experiences were linked to something that Grant McCormack was cooking up and after Saturday she’d come to the same conclusion herself. She needed answers.
    Licking her lips, she