Free Incognito: Sinful by Madison Layle Page A

you’ll ever comprehend. Remember that when I tell you that this… whatever this is between us…we’ll figure it out and work through it together.” He released her arms. “Jack is downstairs in the limo. It’s time, Rachel, for you to draw on that strength we all know you have. Stop delaying the inevitable. Something is going on in this pretty little head of yours, something we obviously need to talk about.” He brushed her damp cheek with a thumb. “When you’re ready, we’ll be waiting.”
    He bent forward, pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, and walked out.
    For several minutes, she sat on the loveseat and stared at the door. Then she looked around her office, spotted her favorite wedding picture centered on a shelf, the only photo in a bookcase filled with thick, hard-bound legal volumes. It wasn’t a typical bride and groom portrait, although those had been taken. This was a snapshot taken after Jon had tossed the traditional garter. In that moment, Jon stood with his arm around her waist. She smiled at him, and he grinned at his brother, Jackson, who twirled the garter he’d caught around an index finger while flashing the photographer a smirk.
    The irony of the photo wasn’t lost on her, which is why it was her favorite, but many were unaware of the significance. Only a select few close friends knew Jackson joined the happy newlyweds on their honeymoon. Even fewer who witnessed the formal wedding between her and Jon were onboard the leased yacht later during a private exchange of vows between her and Jackson. As far as the public knew, she was married to Dr. Jonathon Sinclair, and they lived in a large mansion owned jointly by her husband and brother-in-law. In truth, Jackson was her spouse as much as Jon was.
    Jackson had never voiced any concerns with his need to step aside and thereby help them keep up appearances at public events. He’d never pressed for more than what they’d always shared in private, but after five years of a clandestine, polygamous marriage, she worried about the impact the secret would eventually have on their triadic relationship and their future together. With a worried frown, she returned to her desk and stared at the unopened envelope, eventually stuffing it into her purse without opening it.
    A glance at the clock had her grabbing her purse and shoes and heading for the elevator. Her husbands awaited her, and matters would only get worse the longer she avoided her concerns.
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    “What do you think is keeping her?” Jackson wanted to know, but Jon merely shook his head. They’d noticed a change in their wife several weeks earlier and, at first, attributed it to holiday jitters or the stress of her latest trial.
    Jon had expected her to be in a more celebratory mood when he’d volunteered to surprise her with their plans for a weekend getaway. He and Jackson had rented a private yacht for the entire holiday weekend—similar to their honeymoon years earlier—the idea being to get away from the house, the offices, and any connection to the outside world for a little while. They’d hoped it would help them reconnect with their sexy, submissive wife, but her reaction to his appearance in her office had caught Jon off guard.
    “Whatever it is, we’ll get to the bottom of it,” Jackson said with typical confidence.
    Jon nodded and got out to hold the door for her the instant she exited the elevator and headed their way across the parking garage. The slow, almost timid steps she took made him wonder where his self-assured, take-on-the-world wife had gone…and how he could get her back.
    Rachel’s steps faltered as she neared the black limousine, but she forced herself to continue moving and chastised herself for trembling at the thought of what her husbands would soon do to her. They’d never done anything to harm her; there was no reason for such unfounded fears.
    Usually she enjoyed their incredible creativity when it came to keeping their sex lives