Hiding His Wolf [Urban Affairs 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Gale Stanley Page B

he met Graham. Simon’s bathroom was a little better than Noah’s. At least it had a working toilet and a sink. It seemed like all he did was take showers since he arrived. This place made him feel dirty. The water streamed over his shoulders and pounded some of the tenseness out of him while he thought about what he was going to say to the director.
    You don’t have to say anything.
    And then what? Just let the half-breed go? Levi would not go quietly. He would want information and he’d stalk Simon until he got it. Or until they both ended up dead. There was no easy way out of this. Not for the wolf, not for Noah, and not for him. If Simon was lucky he’d get to keep his job, but for the rest of his life he’d hate himself.
    Is the job so important?
    What else did he have in his life? The job was his life. Maybe he could make something up, tell Graham he had a lead on the half-breed. When he got home, he’d pretend to be tracking the wolf, and in a few days, he’d capture the man. Yeah, and what if the wolf opens his big mouth and tells Graham what really happened? Would Graham even believe him? Simon couldn’t take the chance. If Graham found out he lied, it would only make things worse.
    This was crazy. Simon was never at a loss. He was one that Graham came to for help. He attributed it to the isolation of being on this godforsaken piece of land. Surrounded by the ocean, he felt as imprisoned as Noah.
    Noah.
    He’d made promises to Noah that he wasn’t sure he could keep, and guilt was pulling at him again. His head was spinning like that possessed girl in the movie. He needed a fucking exorcist to release the demons inside him.
    Right now he needed to get out of this room. Simon dressed in chinos and a T-shirt. He took a deep breath and walked out of his room. For the first time he noticed there was no lock on his door. No privacy if he wanted it.
    Graham doesn’t trust you.
    Tell me something I don’t know. The man is paranoid.
    Worry for the wolf nagged at him. If Graham sent someone to the condo, Levi could already be detained.
    Now who’s being paranoid?
    Simon pulled himself together and left his room. Graham was already seated at the long dining table drinking coffee. He looked up and nodded. Simon took a seat across from him and poured himself a cup from the pot on the table.
    Graham looked at Simon expectantly. “Did you get anything useful out of him?”
    “No. Nothing.” Simon shook his head. “He’s still groggy from the drugs. Maybe later…” Maybe if I see him again something will come to me, some plan that will make this right. Even he knew it was foolish to think that. Seeing Noah again would just distract him more. He needed to get over this whole sympathy thing and concentrate on his job. Right now, he needed to fess up to his boss, instead of putting his career, maybe even his life, in jeopardy.
    “Richard, I—”
    “No more drugs.” Graham’s gray eyes were cold, like a shark’s. He didn’t look happy. “I’ll question him later. Maybe I can convince him to open up.”
    Convince him how?
    Simon hoped like hell that Noah would keep his mouth shut. “He knows me now. I should be there.”
    “No.” Graham stared at him with those fish eyes. “We’ll try it my way today. You’re looking tired, Simon. Not sleeping well?” The director didn’t wait for an answer. “I know it’s not the most luxurious place you’ve ever stayed at.” Graham chuckled dryly. “Take the day off. Look around. Figure out what we need here to make life more comfortable when we return.”
    Return? Hell no!
    Simon had no desire to come back, but he nodded. “I’d be glad to make some suggestions, but I don’t know the real purpose for this place. Is it a prison camp?”
    “Think of it as a training camp. Thanks to your good work and the positive PR we’ve been getting, the president hasn’t decreased my funding. Now I need to show him some positive results.”
    “How does Noah fit