ia dropped the act. She lunged, scooped the black silk shir

the front. The wide

rustle of silk. His gaze sha

his phone and the keycard in one motion. The phone was hi

pocket. Her fingers closed on something cold that still held her body heat-a one-dollar co

nd came off the bed-tall, nak

like a big cat off a ledge, in no hurry a

flicked her wrist and tos

le at his bare feet

ely passed." Her voice was flat, the way you'd

ntil the muscle stood out. He moved a hundred billion dollars of other people's mo

h, woman." He lunged, h

sensor. Both locks clicked back. She slipped through the gap, then reached

The lock threw itself home, and

The dark closed over him. He drove his fist into

nd dragged it on. Then she ran, barefoot, down the carpet toward the fire stairs. He wouldn't chase her thirty floo

elt his way to the bedside land

al the bui

rs, Mr. Stafford." Colin Sullivan-his

e." Jeremie bit the words off one at a ti

s on a security protocol and ha

f the marble. His knuckles went white around it. "Wh

into a housekeeping linen closet. She scraped her hair back into a high ponytail

nevenly, seams reversed, looking like a cheap knockoff instead of bespoke luxury. She snagged a hotel maintenance cap off

rvice hall, she walked in with her chin do