Free Protecting His Witch (Entangled Covet) (Keeper Of The Veil series Book 1) by Zoe Forward Page A

you’d excuse me, I need to use the restroom. Do you have my purse? I’d like to get something out of it.”
    He walked to his desk and removed her purse from where it hung off the back of his desk chair.
    “Thanks.” She fast-walked to the bathroom adjoining his office. Hadn’t she seen another exit to this hallway?
    Yes. She pushed through into what she could only assume was his secretary’s office. She couldn’t dart out without leaving a note.
    She grabbed a pen off the desk and quickly jotted a note on a sticky pad: Matt- Thanks for the clothes and breakfast. I’m sure we’ll bump into each other again. -K
    That sounded silly. Now she wanted a rewrite, but in a few minutes he’d figure out she left.
    On the elevator she rifled through her purse, counting out sixty-two dollars and some change.
    As she rode away in a cab, a stab of guilt made her turn to watch Matt’s office skyscraper disappear behind them. Maybe she should’ve had that chat with him.
    …
    Matt gazed sightlessly out his office at the early morning panorama. His mood ran about a hundred miles south of foul. He shouldn’t have let her out of his sight. Now he didn’t know if she was running around the city unprotected, or if she’d shifted back to her other dimension. He hadn’t detected the buzz of magical energy suggesting a dimension hop, but he wasn’t sure he would recognize it.
    He fingered the mark on his wrist, wondering how it worked. Long ago Quinn mentioned he could track whomever he marked, but Matt didn’t remember how. And he’d never call Bryce to ask.
    He massaged his forehead against a headache. For the thousandth time his mind tortured him with the image of Kat coming apart against him in the coatroom, and that little hitched breath in the back of her throat. He recalled the flush on her cheeks and drugged satisfaction in her gaze, even if she had hidden it within seconds. He should’ve at least taken her back to that high last night. Hell, he should never have stopped her when she almost ripped off his jeans. Why had he caved to good intentions when he might not get another chance? He cursed.
    “Excuse me, Mr. Ryan? I didn’t catch that. Do you need something?” His secretary laid a stack of mail on one side of his desk.
    “I could use coffee.” Matt schooled his features to stoicism as he turned to face her.
    “Of course. Cindy Ellison called before you came in. She requests you call her at this number by ten this morning. Also, your mother called and wants to confirm you’re still to be counted on for the benefit next Thursday. She wanted to remind you that you promised dinner again with them tonight. She said something about a special friend of Allison’s you needed to meet.” She placed two pink phone communication slips on his desk. “Don’t forget the interview and photo shoot with that news magazine this afternoon at the beach house.”
    He said, “Please confirm the heli to depart at noon, then.”
    “There was this odd sticky note on my desk that looks like it’s for you. I’ll get your coffee and confirm the helicopter departure.” She held out the note.
    Matt grabbed the note. His heart raced as he read Kat’s message. It wasn’t an it’s-over note, but it also wasn’t a promise for anything more either. The note didn’t clarify if she was gone or still in this dimension. Damn it.
    When his secretary returned minutes later with coffee he asked, “Did Eli call?”
    “No.”
    He grabbed his cell phone off the desk and dialed Eli. “What did you find out about her?”
    Eli replied, “I’m not going to play games about this girl, Matt. I told you Bryce has got a hard-on to find a girl named Katherine. He’s pressuring all of us. Hard. I still think your Katherine is one and the same.”
    Matt fell into his desk chair, which groaned in complaint. “She really could be one of the Pleiades.” It was more of a statement than a question.
    “I couldn’t find jack shit on Katherine Ramsey