Page 10 of Nothing to Win
Refusal wasn’t an option.
“No,” she said.
Mouth parched, she went to the closest surface, flipped to the already signed second page and added her own name next to Spurn’s.
The paper was swooped away and disappeared into Carver’s pocket with the pen.
“Give me your keys.”
“What?My—”
“Keys.You’re supposed to do what you’re told without question.”
That included following the orders of a man she’d just met.And she was surprised?Her first meeting with Spurn was in his office two days ago and she’d already signed her name with his.Promising…?She dreaded to think.
Gia sucked in a breath.“I don’t have keys.”
“No keys?”Did he have to be so accusatory?“Car keys?”
“I have a driver.”
“House keys?”
“The door’s rarely locked, but it’s answered by Twyla if need be.”
“No keys?”
“You already asked,” she said.“My answer hasn’t changed.”
“Good, you’re a quick study.The limo is outside.Do you have everything you need?”
“For what?Dinner?”Paranoia wouldn’t help anyone.“What do I need?”
“Is there anything of value in this room?”
“You’re robbing me?”
“Just answer the question.”
“No, nothing significant.”Unless he wanted to take the furniture.“Why—”
“Anything sentimental?”
“Why are you—” His stern eye silenced her.“There are some letters and cards from family and friends, another box of things I’ve collected through the years.Nothing with monetary merit.”
“Where?”
“Why do—” Boy was this difficult.As her lips pursed, her nose wrinkled before she exhaled.“In the highest, furthest cabinet.”
Because she rarely accessed them.
“Go downstairs now.The car’s outside.Mr.Spurn doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
Yes, they’d covered that topic.
An enclosed space with Brogan Spurn?Signing her life over to him didn’t mean she wanted to be up close.Still, if answers were the goal, they’d only come from one place, and that wasn’t the lackey.
As Carver inspected her bedroom, she went to grab the stole and clutch from her closet.All that was in there was her cellphone.Spurn better be paying for dinner.
