Frosted (Hate at First Flight #3)

25. A Little Hart to Hart

For a moment, silence dawned, but this time it wasn't the awkward or tensed silence of minutes before. It was in a way more ... comfortable.

I stared out into the lake, the serene morning atmosphere hung over it as the sun slowly rose in the distance, dissipating the fog that blanketed the lake.

The oak trees that lined the other side of the lake as a small cabin that you could barely make out nestled in between the oak trees greeted me like a long lost friend. It belonged to Tom and Lisa, and now their son.

I couldn't help but smile as I remembered how we used to row across the lake in our canoe to visit them and how we used to play hide and seek in the forest. Such blissful, happy times.

I always enjoyed visiting the lake back then. It was always fun, spending summer with everyone.

Jace served me some eggs and toast with jam, drawing me out of my thoughts. I quickly made work of eating it before my stomach decided to take matters into its own hands.

I tried not to moan in delight at how delicious everything was. Jace had always been a great cook. A fact that I had always been aware of and at the same time i had somehow forgotten.

"Georgia called me this morning," Jace filled in the silence that had settled in the room save for the knife and fork making work of the food.

I looked at him as I finished my food, arching a brow at him.

He took that as a sign and continued, "I told her that you had to attend your friend's wedding out of town."

"Wedding?" I asked, confused.

He nodded.

"Your sister isn't an idiot, Jace." Georgia would've known something was up given how we had left the cafe yesterday and how I had yet to reply to her message.

"I know, which is why I'm telling you in case she calls you to ask."

I didn't reply as I finished my coffee, making a mental note to reply back to Georgia as soon as I was done.

"Did Bruce say anything?" This time I was the one that broke the silence. "Does he have any suspicions where the leak is coming from?"

I had no choice but to ask him because Bruce and my father had yet to return any of the calls or texts I had sent them.

Jace shook his head, his brows hooded together as he stared at his plate, deep in thought. "No."

"No?"

"Bruce and your father are moving cautiously. They don't want whoever it is to suspect that we're onto them, so only they know about it."

"Then how do they expect it to be sorted in three days?" The company had well over a hundred thousand employees. How were they expecting to narrow it down to a small group of people in three days?

Jace watched me, biting his lower lip as if he was pondering of what to say.

"No!" I said sternly, knowing what he was thinking straight away. "Tell them I'm only staying here for three days. I'm out of here after that. Even if I have to walk back home, I will."

Silence dawned again in the room.

I was mentally drained, staying at the lake with him and it had only been one day. Thinking of staying alone for more than three days with Jace Frost was not an option.

I wondered how my father and Bruce planned on finding the mole if it was only going to be the two of them. I mentally went over the staff that I knew, wondering which one of them was working with whoever had sent all those letters.