“Why? Miss me already?” Phoenix bats her eyelashes at me as she grips my arm.
“Just do what I say so you don’t end up dead.”
Phoenix gasps and then grips my arm tighter as I walk up to the reception desk.
“How can I help you, sir?” the man behind the desk asks.
“Can I get a suite with two adjoining rooms?”
I don’t have to turn my head to feel the two sets of eyes from each woman burning into my side.
“I want my own room,” Liesel says.
“Me too,” Phoenix huffs.
“Two adjoining rooms or a suite with two bedrooms and a couch,” I say to the gentleman.
“We have a suite with two queen bedrooms and a spacious living room pull out couch.”
“Perfect.”
I pull out cash to pay. I don’t want anything tied to our names revealing our location. The man slides me three room keys.
“Can we talk? I don’t think it’s a good idea for the three of us to share a suite,” Phoenix says, tugging on my arm.
“If we want to all stay alive, it is.”
I look over to Liesel, expecting more of a fight from her as well, but her eyes are scanning the crowd.
My eyes follow her gaze. Does she sense some danger that I’m not seeing?
Carefully, I position Phoenix behind me as I put my hand on my gun.
“What is it?” I ask Liesel.
She smiles.
I frown.
She starts running excitedly in the direction of the bar.
“Looks like I don’t have anything to worry about after all,” Phoenix says, stepping next to me again as she sips her martini.
Liesel jumps into the arms of a man in a suit and jealousy rears its head inside me. So much so, that it takes me a second to recognize the man whose arms she flung herself into.
Maxwell.
I thought we had agreed that he was too shifty to be trusted, but she’s acting like she just met up with a long lost friend.
I hand Phoenix a room key. “Go to the room and don’t leave.”
“Why? I want to watch the show.”
“Dunn,” my voice is serious and commanding, so Phoenix will do as I say. That’s one of the traits I can always count on with her. When our lives hang in the balance, all I have to do is give her an order, and she’ll follow it. Phoenix rolls her eyes and saunters toward the elevators.
I walk over to Maxwell and Liesel, my hands itching to grab the gun, but I don’t since we’re in a crowded lobby. That won’t stop me from killing this bastard, though.
“Get your hands off her,” I growl at Maxwell.