When You Dare - Lori Foster [82]
Kathi couldn’t believe her ears. Someone had dared to confront Bishop? Out in the open? He didn’t appear hurt, but all she could see was his back.
Concerned, she started to go to him, but hesitated when he blasted the caller with rage.
“How could I tell him anything that I didn’t know?” Bishop ran a hand through his hair. “No, you can’t ask around. I already told you, he threatened me if I said a word to anyone. If you go blabbing, then he’ll damn well know I was talking, right?”
Stiffening, Kathy wondered who would dare to do such a thing. She didn’t understand the complexity of Bishop’s reach, but she knew her husband was a powerful man with many important friends.
And yet someone had the gall to encroach on their perfect existence? Unacceptable.
Bishop lost his control and shouted loud enough for the staff to hear. “How the fuck should I know?”
Appalled, Kathi stepped out to the veranda, too, admonishing him. “Bishop, remember yourself.”
The look he sent her would have made most people quail. But Kathi cared more about appearances than his temper. She hadn’t worked this hard to have his bad humor fracture their sterling reputation.
“Come inside to talk,” she urged him. “I’ll give you the privacy you need.” She took his arm, but he jerked free of her hold and turned his back on her.
To her relief, he did lower his tone when he spoke again to his caller. “I’m telling you, this goon knew a lot of my personal business, so I’m not taking any chances. He claims to have all kinds of reach, and given what he already knows, I believe him. All I want you to do is find out—discreetly—who he is and how he knows me. No, I don’t have any suggestions on how you do it. That’s what I pay you for!”
Kathi watched as her husband almost threw the phone. She didn’t flinch, and in the end, he drew a calming breath, closed the cell and jammed it back into his pocket.
Inside, she was shaking, but outwardly she tried to give him what she knew he needed. “I apologize for blundering in on your private call.”
His eyes burned with disdain. “There’s never any goddamned privacy around here.”
Kathi steadied herself with a deep breath. “We’ve discussed this, Bishop. Your library is off-limits to everyone except during the morning cleaning.”
“I think it’s bugged.”
“Bugged?” She put a hand to her chest in shock. “Are you serious?”
Eyes narrowed and red, he paced past her, then back again. “I don’t know. But I feel exposed in there.”
She couldn’t credit such a thing, but she would not take chances. “Shall I have it examined?”
His teeth sawed together, and he glared at her. “Do you have an answer for every fucking thing? Damn it, don’t you ever get rattled?”
“Well, of course.” She touched his arm, and, despite his coldness toward her, she felt the fine, masculine hair there, the warmth of his skin. He was a handsome, powerful man, and she protected what was hers. “But I want to be here for you always. It’s my role to do whatever I can to help you—”
“Christ, woman,” he shouted at her, jerking free of her touch yet again. “You fucking smother me.”
She started to apologize again, but held back at the look he leveled on her. “Who is missing?”
He narrowed his eyes and almost as an accusation said, “Molly was taken.”
Kathi backed up a step. “Taken? What do you mean?”
“You run the house,” he told her. “You tell me.”
Bewildered, she shook her head. “Your daughter doesn’t live here. She’s not under my jurisdiction, so I have no idea—”
“That was sarcasm, damn it.”
“I see.” His temper was ripe today, scorching her.
Not bothering to hide his disgust, he pushed past her. “But one would think you could keep up with your stepdaughters at the very least. If you had, then maybe I wouldn’t have been taken off guard.”
And with that, Bishop stormed through the bedroom and, Kathi knew, out of the house.
He hadn’t said if Molly was okay or not, leaving her to wonder.
She took a moment to compose herself, but