Hacker: Hardpressed Part 26

"Oh?" Then what the h.e.l.l was it?

"Her loyalties don't lie with you."

"What do you mean?"

"You said you wanted to make your own mistakes, so I'm letting you. Do your homework. You'll figure it out."

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

On the walk back, I'd pulled my hair up into a twist so I didn't look like I'd very recently been nailed on a writing desk. I returned to the office and ignored Risa's guilty look in my direction. I couldn't make eye contact with her. As soon as I pa.s.sed the part.i.tion, James was behind me.

"How did it go?"

His tone had an edge, reminiscent of the bitter jealousy that I'd recently unleashed onto Blake. I sighed, wishing I hadn't chosen to come here first.

"Fine. We're on the same page now."

"I can see that," he said quietly, thumbing a tender spot high on my neck. He shook his head and turned to leave as quickly as he'd come.

I sat down and opened my compact. In the tiny mirror I saw a quarter-sized violet bruise where James's hand had grazed.

My face heated. G.o.dd.a.m.n it, Blake.

He was ruthless in his jealousy, and now James was obviously p.i.s.sed that I'd gone and done exactly what he'd said I would.

I sulked back into my chair, overwhelmed. And to think I'd once been worried about office culture. I would be lucky if James didn't quit before I had a chance to rip Risa a new one for shamelessly pursuing my ex, or whatever Blake officially was right now. In that moment I was incredibly grateful for Sid and Chris's generally uneventful social lives. I created enough drama for the whole office all by myself.

I waited until everyone left at five. For the first time in a long time, James didn't stay late. I knew he was upset when he didn't bother saying goodbye. I bolted the door and went over to Risa's desk. I looked through her paperwork carefully. Everything seemed to be in order. Contracts, notes, print collateral.

I sat in her chair and moved her mouse. Her computer screen lit up and I started looking through her files. I clicked over to her email and scrolled through dozens of messages between her and clients, myself, and others on the team. Everything looked normal. I hoped Blake wasn't sending me on a wild goose chase to justify their lunch.

I checked her sent mail and scanned down a few pages. I stopped on an email to Max t.i.tled "Files."

Max, Here are the files you asked for.

xo, Risa Attached were a handful of spreadsheets with all our user data, along with confidential doc.u.ments for the business that I'd shared with her when we met with Alli weeks ago.

My jaw dropped. I'd brought Risa on and shared every resource with her, taught her everything I knew, and given her the opportunity to be someone important on the ground floor of our company. Sure, we had a few personality conflicts, but this was too much.

I called Sid immediately. "Hey, can you change Risa's email pa.s.sword?

"Sure, what's going on?"

"I don't fully know yet, but it looks like she's in cahoots with Max, the guy who was supposed to fund us originally."

"I don't get it."

"She sent him a database dump of the site and all our advertiser contact info, plus a ton of financials for the company that I'd shared with her when she started."

"Whoa. Why?"

"I don't know, but I don't have a good feeling about it."

"Have you spoken with her?"

"Not yet. Send me her new pa.s.sword and I'm going to do some more digging tonight. I want to figure out as much of this as I can before I approach her, but it's safe to say she won't be coming in on Monday."

"All right. I'll do it now."

I hung up and continued to fume. As p.i.s.sed as I'd been with her this afternoon, she'd crossed a new line that we couldn't come back from.

I showered quickly at the apartment and picked out something to wear. I had no idea what we were doing, so I decided on a light sleeveless top and a short floral skirt that Alli had accidentally left during her visit. I didn't have much choice but to wear my hair down since Blake had branded me with a hickey. I brushed on some light makeup and curled a few chunks of my blond strands into beachy waves and called it good.

I checked the street below, indulging the remnants of my paranoia that Connor might still be lurking, but I saw no sign of the Lincoln. Maybe that would be the end of that. If so, sneaking time with Blake might be feasible. But Blake probably wouldn't be interested in a relationship with me under the radar without some sort of explanation. Things between us were changing again and everything felt out of my control.

I texted Blake that I was at the apartment, and he was downstairs a few minutes later. I opened the door when he knocked, and he scooped me into his arms before I could even say h.e.l.lo. He lifted me off my feet, tilting his head up for a kiss. His smile was contagious. I lowered my head to kiss him sweetly, my hands cradling his face. He held me hostage with his kiss, drawing me into the pa.s.sionate strokes of his tongue until I was breathless and wanted him all over again.

He lowered me finally, keeping our bodies close. "Perfect."

My face heated at the word. I'd felt anything but perfect for so long. How could he possibly think so?

"Where are we going?" I asked, eager to shift the focus away from my supposed qualities.

"You'll see. We'd better go. It's a little bit of a drive."

After navigating through some weekend traffic, we found the coast and drove north. Gradually the city landscape changed as we pa.s.sed into the smaller suburban towns. Unlike the palette of cedar-shingled mansions on the Cape, the seaside homes north of the city were more historic and quaint. The farther we went, the more impressive they were. We pulled off the main road onto Marblehead Neck, an exclusive neighborhood reaching out into the sea. Each house was majestic in its own way, grand both in size and architecture. We pulled into a large circular driveway leading up to a sprawling brick home overlooking the ocean and the Boston skyline. A few other cars were parked in the driveway to the side of the house.

We sat in the car a moment. Blake held my hand tightly in his.

"Are you going to tell me where we are?"

"This is my parents' house."

My eyebrows shot up. "Oh."

"They've been wanting to meet you. I figured this was as good a time as ever."

I checked myself in the mirror. This was all so sudden.

He smirked. "You look perfect, baby. Don't worry. They're going to love you."

He opened my door and we walked up the brick pathway to the main entrance. Blake's mother answered the door a moment later.

"Erica!" She smiled and pulled me over the threshold into a warm hug.

"Erica, this is my mother, Catherine."

Catherine was a pet.i.te woman with short blond hair, tanned by the sun. She had cool blue eyes that reminded me of my own. She stepped back, smiling.

"Sweetheart, we have been dying to meet you! Blake has been keeping you all to himself." She slapped him playfully on the arm before grabbing my hand. "Come on in. I want you to meet Greg."

She led us into a large kitchen where Blake's father was pulling trays out of the oven. He was wearing an ap.r.o.n over blue jeans and a T-shirt. Now I knew where Blake got his fashion sense.

"Greg, come say h.e.l.lo to Erica."

Blake's father pulled off his oven mitts and the ap.r.o.n and joined us at the edge of the room. Tall, with graying dark brown hair, he was handsome and had a kind smile, his eyes glittering when they met mine. I saw so much of Blake in him.

"Wow. Good work, son." He laughed heartily and surprised me next with a big hug. "Wonderful to meet you finally. Blake speaks very highly of you."

I fell speechless at the compliment. In fact, I hadn't been able to speak since I'd stepped into the Landon home. All of this was complete and utter overload.

"I hope you like chicken parm," Greg said, easily filling the silence.

"I love it." I smiled warmly.

"Oh that's right. Blake tells us you're a phenomenal cook. d.a.m.n, I hope this measures up."

Blake laughed as he took two beers out of the fridge. "All right, guys. Tone it down. Seriously. Want to get some fresh air? Otherwise these two will literally suffocate you with questions and compliments."

"That doesn't sound so bad," I joked. Blake's parents seemed amazingly sweet. I was definitely feeling overwhelmed, though.

"Go on you two. Everyone's out on the deck," Catherine said, motioning us out of the kitchen.

Blake caught my hand in his, and we pa.s.sed through a large living room and onto a deck that spanned the length of the house, overlooking the ocean.

Heath and Alli turned toward us from their position at the railing.

"You!" Alli crossed her arms defensively and gave me a terse look.

Oh s.h.i.t. She'd been right about hunting me down.

"Hey," I said timidly.

She pushed off the railing and came closer, pointing at me with her manicured finger. "Don't hey me, Erica. You are in huge freaking trouble. Do you have any idea how worried I've been about you? Who doesn't call their best friend back for weeks at a time? I mean seriously-"

"Calm down, babe. She just got here." Heath rested his arm over her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze.

I recoiled a bit, leaning back into Blake's body, hoping he could somehow save me from the wrath of Alli. She was completely overreacting, not to mention killing the moment.

"Is there anything else you need to get off your chest? Now's the time," I said, only half-joking.

She twisted her lips into a half smile. "I love that skirt on you. I want it back."

I laughed, and before I could say anything, she crossed over and pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back, realizing how much I'd missed her.

"Don't you ever do that to me again."

"Sorry." My voice m.u.f.fled quietly into her shoulder. I'd been keeping the truth from so many people for so long, sometimes I didn't even know who I was anymore.

"Apology accepted." She stepped back. "Now, do you want to explain to me what the h.e.l.l is going on?"

I glanced up at Blake and back to her. "Let's talk later, okay? I'm sure their parents aren't interested in hearing about my drama."

"I wouldn't go that far," Heath chimed in, his eyes wide. "Fair warning. You'll be lucky if we can get through dinner without getting the third degree on why you and Blake aren't together anymore."

My eyes widened anxiously. This was looking more and more like an intervention that might end in tears and rehab for me too. No one could fully appreciate how fragile I'd been these past few weeks. I'd been worn down to the point where I seriously wondered if I was taking years off my life with the stress.

Blake kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry. I'll keep them occupied. Just relax and have fun."

Catherine joined us, with Fiona in tow. Fiona looked perfect in a teal striped top and short white shorts.

"Erica, I'm so glad you could come," she squealed, giving me a tight hug.

My throat tightened with emotion. Too much hugging. I couldn't handle all these people being so happy to have me close. Before I could overthink it, Catherine announced that dinner was ready. We all settled at the table outside on the other side of the deck. I sat between Alli and Blake, which was a relief.

"Erica, tell us about your family," Catherine began as we started digging into the meal.

"Mom," Blake snapped.

"What?" She shook her head, wide-eyed, and looked back to me.

"It's okay. Um, my mother pa.s.sed away from cancer when I was thirteen. My stepfather remarried while I was away at boarding school, so I don't really have a lot of close family now."

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

I shrugged, not wanting to seem emotional or upset about it. Plus, I'd barely scratched the surface. "Thank you. It's fine, though. I get to make my family wherever I go now."

Alli grinned and leaned into me a little.

Greg finished a bite of salad. "Tell us about your business. Blake tells us that you're part of a rare species of women in technology."

I glanced over to Blake whose lips twisted into an annoyed grimace. Greg opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Heath cleared his throat.

"Sorry to interrupt you there, Dad, but we have an announcement."

The blood drained from Catherine's face. Alli rushed to speak.

"I've decided to move back to Boston."