Page 65 of Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy 2)
Food can come later, because it sounds like a horrible plan right now.
After spending what feels like a year under the hot spray, I force myself to turn off the water and step out.
“Here.”
I screech as Lachlan holds out a fluffy white bath sheet.
Lachlan? When the hell did he become Lachlan?
I grab the towel and wrap it around my body, feeling more naked than ever before, regardless of the fact that he’s already seen everything I have to offer.
“Did you order food?”
“Not yet.”
“Good. I called down for room service.”
Still reeling from the massive shift in my head, I don’t ask what he ordered. “What happened last night?”
I expect to see an arrogant grin cross his face, or perhaps a forbidding scowl, but he remains expressionless.
“You had a little more to drink than either of us realized.”
I tug the towel tighter, tucking the tail between my breasts before meeting his gaze. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Does it matter if you don’t remember?”
I pinch my lips together, wanting to demand details, but I already know he won’t give them to me. “I think you’re more stubborn than I am, you know?”
That gets a reaction out of him. A single quirk of one corner of his mouth. “By a slim margin.”
“You’re not going to tell me anything?”
A knock sounds on the outer door of the suite and he turns, ignoring my question.
“I’ll get the door. You’re going to eat.”
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For the last two hours, I’ve been booted from our room while the stylists I hired to do Keira’s hair and makeup work their magic. I saw to it that she ate, slept some more, and was ready and appeared relatively human when they arrived.
I’m in the hotel bar when I get a call from J on my secure line.
“We’ve got a problem.”
“What?” I reach for my wallet, tossing some cash on the bar before making my way to one of the soundproof booths available for calls.
“Cartel is asking around about the disappearance of their lieutenant.”
“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” I locate a free booth close to the door behind me.
“No, and they’re getting insistent about it.”
I think back to that night and the several witnesses in the room. The crooked city councilman, the hypocritical megachurch preacher skimming from the donations, and the oil baron with an ego bigger than mine.
All of whom I have information on, and all of whom would love for the cartel to take me out in hopes that their secrets would die with me.
“Everyone knows the consequences if they talk. Feel free to send reminders on my behalf.”
