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sometimes he
walked into areas where he had no business being.
    “What do you mean what did I do?” I said
softly.
    Of course, and I blamed his youth for this,
Sean didn’t see the warning signs. He unfortunately also had a bit
of hero worship when it came to Griffin and thought he could do no
wrong.
    “You must have done something wrong for
Griffin to be so mad with you.”
    “ Sean,” I
said, with all the patience of someone who had a teenage brother.
Sean had been kicked out by his mother and had ended up living in
the apartment block with the owner, Miss Betsy and I keeping an eye
on him. I didn’t want to upset him but he needed to know the
boundaries. “My relationship with Griffin is none of your business.
Believe me when I say you do not want to wander into the middle of
it.”
    Sean turned around and walked away, but not
before I had seen the hurt on his face.
    “ Sean wait,”
I said as he stalked off.
    He didn’t bother to turn around. Wonderful.
Another man in my life was now mad at me. I seemed to be batting a
thousand these days.

Chapter Nine
    For the rest of the day I threw myself into my
work. One thing I like about my job is I
am able to use it to forget the way the rest of my life was slowly
unravelling. That was a skill I was really grateful for currently.
By the time I finished work it was late and it hit me that Griffin
hadn’t bothered to call me. While we’d been together, even when he
was busy with a murder, I’d usually get at least a text. At the
moment my cell was silent. I think that more than anything brought
home to me the problems we were having. If he didn’t trust me there
wasn’t much I could do about it. I wasn’t going to spend my life
not talking to men just because my boyfriend didn’t seem to be able
to handle it. Of course, with Dominic Caldwell I would make an
exception. I would be quite happy never to speak to that man again
in my life.
    As usual I was woken up by my cell ringing on
my bedside table. For the millionth time I swore that I would turn
it off before going to sleep.
    “ What?�� I
croaked.
    “ I need you
to go to the club and deliver some papers for Pollard’s wife to
sign,” barked Alistair.
    “ What?” I
repeated.
    Alistair
sighed. I could tell he was annoyed that I wanted an explanation,
but he was the inconsiderate one who was calling me at the crack of
dawn, so as far as I was concerned he could show me at least a bit
of courtesy.
    “ Denise
Pollard is opening the bar up tonight. My lawyer is insisting that
I get additional paperwork signed by the new owner. When I tried to
speak to her she took something I said the wrong way. I need you to
fix it and get her to sign the papers. I’m at the office so you can
swing by here first.” Alistair finished and I’m sure he was
congratulating himself on how patient he was being with his
numbskull assistant who didn’t snap to consciousness immediately
when he called.
    “ Fine,” I
said and hung up.
    Rather than
rushing to Alistair’s bidding I took the time to make myself a
coffee. Considering how the day had started, I had a very good
feeling that I was going to need it.
    “ What took
you so long?” snapped Alistair when I made it to the
office.
    I was right. I was definitely glad I’d
stopped for a coffee. I didn’t even bother to reply. I just held
out my hand for the paperwork. That movement obviously annoyed
Alistair because I could see his face going red. He shoved the
papers in my direction and I turned around and walked out. I
berated myself when I got in the car. Usually I handled situations
like that with tact and diplomacy. Today I really didn’t feel like
it. I was missing Griffin. I was used to not seeing him for days on
end. It was the nature of the police business. When there was a
case, that took his attention. I understood that. What I didn’t
like was the fact that I knew I wouldn’t even be getting his short,
sharp text messages. They might not have said much but at