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“Okay.” She takes my hand. “I need you to be sure you aren’t explaining something away because you want to keep him.”

I look at my daughter. She has watched me do exactly that. I can’t resent her for remembering it now.

“I’m not, Rae.”

She studies my face, then lets go. “Then I believe you.”

Trina sits back against the headboard. “Good. Because if he’s lying, I have to fight him and that big man who follows him around, and I did not pack for that.”

“Graves has done nothing to you,” I say.

“Except stand there with that beautiful mean mug. I’m aware.”

Di starts laughing. Rae closes her eyes.

“You just recovered from the landlord,” she tells Trina.

“I’m adaptable.”

I laugh with them, then take the champagne off the bed before Trina kicks it over. My phone stays beside me. When she offers to keep searching, I shake my head and ask Di to tell us what happened with the door in the second act.

Di sits up. “That child added an entire line.”

“Keep it,” I tell her. “It was good.”

Chapter 16

Jarrett

Cam wakes me when we land. I slept through whatever he wanted to discuss about the meeting, and from the way he is looking at me, he has found something worse.

“What?” I ask.

He hands me his phone.

The picture is good. Clear face, clear hand, enough of the hotel behind us to identify it. Somebody caught the end of a greeting and found a way to make money off it before I got home.

“Thirty seconds,” I say. “We spoke for thirty seconds.”

“I was there.”

“Then put that under the fucking picture.”

Cam takes his phone back. “Tori has the account information. We’re correcting it. What we’re not doing is explaining who you met upstairs.”

I turn off airplane mode. The messages start arriving while he talks. The Wi-Fi never worked, and I was glad to have the flight to myself. Now Giselle’s name appears with a missed call and a link beneath it.

“Jay. Hear me before you call anybody.”

I look at him.

“You can deny being there with her. You can say you greeted someone you knew. Don’t identify the team or discuss an offer we don’t have.”

“I’m calling Giselle.”

“Then call her. I’m talking about the public.”

He moves into the aisle while I put the phone to my ear. She answers on the fourth ring. There are voices behind her, a television too loud for the hour.