Read Online You Don't Want To Know by Lisa Jackson - Free Book Online

know about him?”
    â€œThat he’s trouble. I don’t get it. Why Wyatt has to have his spies around . . .” Ian made a face.
    Ava felt her paranoia ratchet up a notch. “Why do you think he’s a spy?”
    â€œIsn’t everyone? Isn’t that what you think? You’re not the only one who can play the paranoid card, Ava.”
    She glared at him.
    â€œI don’t know a whole lot, okay. Only what I found out on the Internet. Dern’s had a couple of scrapes with the law. Arrested twice, never even arraigned or convicted.”
    â€œArrested for what?”
    â€œThe Internet only gave up so much info, but you might want to ask him.”
    â€œWyatt would never hire anyone with a record.”
    Ian gave her a look. “I said he was never charged. That doesn’t mean he’s lily-white, though, does it?” A grin stretched over his teeth. “Then again, who is?” His cell phone jangled and he punched the CONNECT button and strolled away.
    As he spoke in hushed tones, Ava hurried up the stairs and walked to her room, but Graciela was already inside, the bed made, the room freshened. “Good morning,” she said as she tweaked the recently plumped pillows, then ran a hand over the coverlet, smoothing it.
    â€œMorning . . . but . . . you know you don’t have to make my bed.” Ava had always taken care of straightening up her own room all of her life and preferred it that way.
    â€œOh, I know.” Graciela nodded as she swung into the adjoining bath. “But since your . . . um . . . your accident last night, I thought I would help out.”
    Ava walked to the doorway and caught the maid yanking down her towel from a hook near the shower. “I can take care of it myself.”
    â€œI know.” Graciela’s smile was pinned neatly on her pretty face as she gathered a wet washcloth from the counter near the sink, then bent down and snagged a bath mat from the floor. “But Mr. Wyatt, he asked me to.” She started to straighten, glanced into the toilet bowl, and stopped.
    â€œWhy?”
    The girl lifted a shoulder, then flushed the toilet, and Ava realized at least part of the pills she’d tried to flush away had lingered.
    Graciela knows you’re dumping your meds. . . .
    â€œI didn’t ask,” Graciela said, and for a second Ava was lost, then realized the maid was answering her question about Wyatt’s request.
    â€œWhen?” she managed as if nothing were wrong. “When did he ask you?”
    â€œLast night.” Her dark eyebrows nearly collided, and her smile fell from her lips. “Is there a problem? Did I do something wrong?”
    â€œNo, no,” Ava was quick to assure her. “It’s just that from now on, I’d like to do it myself.”
    Graciela blinked, appearing a little crestfallen, and Ava felt like a heel.
    â€œI’m sorry,” the maid said softly.
    â€œDon’t be. It’s all right. The room . . . looks great.” Ava backed into her bedroom, allowing Graciela to pass. “It’s fine. Just . . . in the future, check with me, okay?”
    â€œWhatever you want, Miss Ava.” Graciela, towels bunched under her arm, swept past.
    â€œIt’s just Ava,” she reminded her, but Graciela, her back stiff, was already walking out of the room.
    â€œYes, Miss—” Graciela said, then snapped her mouth shut and made her way quickly to the elevator.
    For the love of God, Ava, don’t pick fights. Don’t make mountains out of molehills!
    But she returned to the bathroom and peeked into the toilet. If there had been any trace of her medication disintegrating against the porcelain, it had been washed away in Graciela’s final flush.
    â€œNot a big deal,” she said aloud, as if the maid being onto her wasn’t worth the time of thinking about it.
    But deep down, Ava knew she was lying to herself.
    Again.

CHAPTER 5
    A va was