Page 15 of Guarded By Ghost
The next morning, I leave her sleeping and head to the main room.
King's already at the bar with Lock and Diesel. They look up when I walk in, and I see the knowing looks on their faces. The walls aren't that thick.
"Don't," I say.
"I wasn't going to say anything," Diesel says, grinning.
"Your face is saying plenty."
Lock just gives me that quiet look of his. The one that means he sees everything and isn't going to comment on any of it.
"We need to figure out how he found her," I say, sitting down. "The package wasn't random. He knew exactly where to send it."
King nods, all business. "What are we looking at? Tail? Leak? Something digital?"
"Her team's out. They don't know she's here — Nate kept that tight. Could be he followed me from Phoenix, but I was checking my mirrors the whole ride. I would've seen a tail."
"Digital, then," Lock says. "She leave anything behind? Phone, laptop, anything with GPS?"
"Left her phone at the hotel. Nate's got her laptop."
"Could be something else. Smartwatch. AirTag in her luggage. Something she wouldn't think to check."
I hadn't thought of that. Fuck.
"I'll go through her stuff," I say. "See if there's anything that could be transmitting."
"In the meantime, we keep eyes out," King says. "Anyone sees anything suspicious — anyone hanging around, anyone asking questions — they report it immediately."
Diesel nods. "I'll put the prospects on rotation. Make sure someone's always watching the perimeter."
"Good." I stand up. "I'll let you know what I find."
I'm halfway back to my room when Diesel calls after me.
"Ghost."
I turn.
He's grinning again. "She seems nice."
"Shut up."
His laughter follows me down the hallway.
India's still asleep when I slip back into the room. I stand in the doorway for a moment, watching her — tangled in my sheets, her hair spread across my pillow, peaceful in a way she probably hasn't been in weeks.
I'm in deep. Way deeper than I should be.
And I don't give a shit.
CHAPTER 5
INDIA
Iwake up sore in the best possible way.
My thighs ache. My hips are tender where his fingers dug in. There's a pleasant throb between my legs that reminds me of everything we did last night — and everything he did to me.
