A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [68]
He lowered his head and captured her lips and she knew the countdown had begun. More than anything she looked forward to the day she would become Mrs. Brian Lawson.
Chapter Eighteen
Karen Sanders took a sip of her tea. “It’s been almost three months, Jaye. I hope you have something for me that I can use.”
Jaye glanced over at her. “I believe I have. However, it’s not what you think.”
Karen lifted a brow. “As long as it’s enough to give Erica a reason to call off this ridiculous wedding.”
He nodded. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t find anything on Brian Lawson.” At her deep frown he smiled. “But I think I have something even more damaging.”
She narrowed her gaze. “For your sake, it better be. I’ve paid you a lot of money and there’s more where it came from if you can deliver.”
“I believe I can…and I have. It’s not Brian you need to worry about, it’s his mother.”
Karen’s gaze reflected surprise. “His mother? Why on earth would I need to be concerned with her?”
“Because she’s involved in a very heated affair.”
Karen shrugged. “So what? She’s single. Some women enjoy that sort of thing with a man.”
He chuckled. “Yes, some do. But in her case, the man she’s enjoying it with happens to be married.”
Karen paused with her teacup mere inches from her lips. “Married?” she asked in surprise.
“Yes, and the man is someone you know.”
Before she could ask who, Jaye emptied an envelope filled with pictures on the table before her. At her startled gasped, he said, “Yes, Karen. I hate to inform you, but for the past two months Rita Lawson has been having an affair with Wilson.”
Jaye watched Karen. Other than picking up the photographs and turning them over and over, one by one, she said nothing. His mother had once said she thought Karen’s heart was made of stone and her father had made her that way. He’d wanted sons but his wife had given him daughters. However, Karen could probably be as ruthless as any son Omar Delbert could have sired.
Jaye was beginning to believe his mother knew what she was talking about.
He then watched as a smile curved her lips and she threw the pictures down on the table and laughed. She actually laughed. It was a rich sound. Rich and filled with joy. This was not the reaction he would expect from a woman who’d just been shown proof that her husband was involved with someone else.
While she continued to laugh, he glanced down at the photographs. Once he’d established the fact that Wilson and the woman were involved, all it had taken was following their pattern. Wilson had never returned to Dallas. Instead the two would plan visits in cities and countries where they most traveled on business. Most of the time things had worked out that way for them. On only a few occasions had they made plans themselves.
Jaye had captured them on camera sharing intimate dinners while gazing into each other eyes, holding hands across the table or walking out of restaurants and hotel rooms plastered to each other’s side. There were even a few good shots that he’d captured of them sharing a kiss.
“I would not have figured her to be Wilson’s type,” Karen said, interrupting his thoughts. He wondered what she meant by that, since Rita Lawson wasn’t a bad-looking lady. In fact, he could see her as Wilson’s type. Although the man was his cousin by marriage, they’d never actually had any dealings with each other. But he always had appreciated Wilson for the times he would stop by and visit with his wheelchair-bound father.
It had been obvious to Jaye when he snapped the photographs that there was more than lust between Wilson and Rita. There was a growing love, and even a cynical bastard like him could see it. Too bad Karen couldn’t.
“But since she is Wilson’s type, they deserve each other because they will help to destroy what is between her son and our daughter.”
Jaye leaned back in his chair. “You think once Erica finds out about the affair she will call off the wedding?”
“Of course. I’m her mother and I’ll make sure it appears