The private envelope that Lydia hadn’t wanted Brian to see loomed large in my mind. Though what we had already gone through was interesting and cause for speculation to say the least, I had a hunch that what Lydia had kept from Brian was even juicier. It was logical to assume that the reason she hadn’t wanted him to see what was in that envelope was because what she had found had something to do with him. Suddenly, I had to get out of there and go through the private envelope. I made my excuses, gathered up the papers, placed them in the manila envelope before returning it to my purse and headed for the door. Rafe followed willingly, but Brian was complaining. He wanted more time to look over the information, and while I couldn’t blame him, I wasn’t leaving the papers with him, either. I didn’t trust him further than I could throw him. I promised him that I would let him know if we came up with anything else of importance, but my reassurances didn’t seem to ease his mind.
“What’s your hurry?” Rafe asked as he walked me to my mom’s car. I could tell he wasn’t mad at me any more, but I knew we’d still have to discuss my withholding information. I, for one, was glad to put it on hold for as long as possible.
“I want to see what’s in the ‘not for Brian’s eyes’ envelope,” I explained, clutching my purse. “The other stuff is interesting, but I have a feeling that we’ll find pay dirt with the private papers.”
“You just want to dish the dirt,” Rafe said knowingly, giving me a peck on the cheek. He knew that I liked to dig deep—the dirtier the better. It wasn’t the most attractive part of my personality, but I wasn’t ashamed of it, either.
“Meet you back at the parents’?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow. He nodded and veered off towards his car. Driving at a slower speed than usual, I was outpaced back to my parents’ house. They were nowhere to be seen, which was unusual for this time of day on a weekday. Rafe waited for me to open the door before he started pestering me to bring out the private stash. We went into the living room and snuggled on the couch. I pulled out the private envelope and opened it. There was a few pieces of paper plus a bunch of pictures. The first piece of paper was again addressed to me.
Bea, this is something that I don’t want Brian to see. I’m hoping that it’s you reading this and not Brian. You see, for the last month or so, I had a hunch that he was seeing someone else. You know how it is. First, the attention starts wandering, then the sex isn’t as frequent. I tried to tell myself that it was because of his work, but since I don’t know what the hell he does, it was hard to convince myself that was true. So I did what other suspicious women have done. I followed him.