Page 98 of High Treason
“Family issues?”
Monica shook her head.
“Does it have anything to do with the man asking for you?”
“I have no idea.”
“Pretty serious stuff?”
Monica stared. No lame excuses. “Trust me?”
“I want to, but this is surreal.”
Monica kept her composure.
“The guy you were with is a bodyguard. I saw his photo online. Anything else you can tell me?”
Awkward.
“Is Monica Alden your real name?”
“Does it matter? Aren’t we friends? Think about the times we’ve laughed, cried, worked alongside each other. Prayed?”
“When you put it in those terms, I have to support you.”
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
“Will you ever be able to tell me what’s going on?”
“No.”
Lori breathed in and swiped beneath her eye. “More to pray about. What can I do?”
“Never breathe a word of your suspicions. Never bring up the subject, no matter how private the setting. When we’re together, I have your back. Always have. Always will.”
“I promise.”
“I need to get back.”
“No more questions,” Lori said. “Call when you can.”
Monica hugged her. “Love you, sweet friend.”
“Get some rest. You look tired.”
“For the record, my name is Monica Alden.”
She walked to the elevator and texted Kord.OMW. All ok.
The 3 r still busy
Monica shook off her cover at Coffee Gone Dark. This was her reality.
BY NOON,Princess Gharam was resting comfortably in intensive care. Her vitals had improved, and she assured her family she’d not give up. Prince Omar confided in Kord that his father had encouraged her to hurry home.
“Father knows she won’t survive the hospital,” Prince Omar said. “I respect his supporting her.”
“Do me a favor?” Kord said.
