“Whoo-wee!” He picked up the phone and dialed his lady friend.
If his yahoos found that Amber’s information, the King would be gettin’ lucky tonight. In more ways than one.
CHAPTER SEVEN
AMBER ATE DINNER alone that night, after Mike called to tell her he’d be working late as a last-minute favor for a friend. She was disappointed, but she’d just learned something else about her new husband. She already knew he was a man who cared for his family and now she discovered he was also a good friend. Both were traits she could admire.
Mike was so different from the sleazy characters she’d met on the poker circuit, and he was more settled than most of the guys she’d encountered in Beverly Hills. They’d been aspiring actors or models, men with more love for the face they saw in the mirror than any woman. Not that she’d given any of them a chance.
It wasn’t that Amber didn’t believe in happily ever after. She did. Her family had a healthy history of love and fidelity. Her grandparents had been happily married for a lifetime and if what she’d heard of her parents’ courtship was anything to go by, they’d been deliriously in love. Her mother had given up her career as a showgirl to have Amber and she’d planned to stay at home with her. Only, she’d died while giving birth to her daughter.
Amber shook her head, bringing her thoughts back to the present. To herself and to Mike. In L.A., she’d thought she’d been too busy for a relationship, but she realized now she’d just never met a man who made her want that happily ever after for herself.
Until Mike.
He had longish, dark hair she loved running her fingers through and beautiful blue eyes she could get lost in. And within him, there was a sense of honor and decency she wanted to emulate.
Mike Corwin was the best kind of man. She wanted to be worthy of being part of his life.
This afternoon, she’d loved the chance to do something nice for him, like arranging lunch. And though he’d been upset with her intrusion, the reaction of his fellow cops had helped smooth things over. They’d enjoyed the meal she’d sent over and they’d all eagerly wanted to meet his new bride.
Though Mike had wanted to keep their relationship a dirty little secret, she’d seen the hint of pride in his eyes when they’d referred to her as his wife. It had helped ease her hurt, she admitted to herself. When she’d seen the yearning in his eyes, desire meant for her alone, that hurt had disappeared. And when he’d kissed her, she’d known she was doing the right thing. Now all she had to do was convince him.
A relationship took work and commitment and Amber was willing to give it both. Once Mike understood she’d never betray him again, Amber believed he would give the same.
She’d ordered in a small pizza and had just finished cleaning up and freezing the extra slices when her cell phone rang.
She picked it up from where she’d left it on the counter. “Hello?”
“Amber, it’s Sydney.”
At the sound of the voice of the concierge from the Crown Chandler hotel, a sick feeling spread through Amber’s stomach. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I got that information. I’m sorry, but a new employee gave you up. Those Texans waved some bills around and the guy pulled your employment file. I’m not sure what details they have, but they got a long look. I’m sorry,” she said again. “He’s been fired for violating confidentiality, but that can’t undo the damage.”
Amber closed her eyes and shook her head. “It’s not your fault. I appreciate you getting back to me.” At least now she knew where she stood. “Talk to you soon.”
“Bye.”
Amber disconnected the phone. If nothing else, King Bobby now had her full name. Of course, the only way he could track her down was if he discovered she was now married.
To do that, he’d have to get information on her at the city hall where her marriage license had been filed. If he got Mike’s name and address, she was dead meat.
She bit the inside of her cheek. First thing tomorrow morning, she’d have to find out if anyone had recently requested information on Amber Rose at city hall.
If the worst happened, she’d have to come clean with Mike. She shook her head, fighting frustrated tears. Just as she was starting to make a little headway with him, he’d discover she’d been keeping things from him. After that, he’d never trust her again. And she’d never get another chance with this special man. That possibility scared her more than anything.
She refused to let that happen. Pulling herself together, she renewed her search for Marshall, making phone calls with no luck. When her former partner went underground, he was better than a gopher, she thought, disgusted.
Well, she’d done all she could for tonight. Instead of worrying, she turned her attention to Mike’s father. She’d promised to call Edward, and so she looked through Mike’s phone book for a number she could reach him at.
Once she’d made sure Mike’s dad was okay, she’d wait up for her husband to come home and make him a happy, happy man. Before her world crumbled down around her come morning.
IT HADN’T TAKEN LONG. Amber was looking for him already. Marshall tossed his precharged, prepaid, disposable cell phone onto the bed. According to his sources, there hadn’t been a single one of his haunts Amber hadn’t contacted. Marshall would have been pleased if not for the fact that that his contacts had also informed him that big Texas bag of wind, King Bobby Boyd, was also looking for him and asking questions.
That thought made Marshall break into a cold sweat. He wasn’t hiding without reason. King Bobby had enough clout with powerful, dangerous men to put the fear of God into a guy who’d never believed in any higher power except his own good luck.
This mess was stressing him out. He stripped and walked across the bedroom naked, intending to take a long, hot shower in the bathroom of the house he was currently inhabiting. Marshall had all sorts of contacts and this residence belonged to a friend of a friend, who sometimes traveled different gambling circuits when the heat was on in Vegas. This was one of those times, so the house was empty. After paying off the houseboy, Marshall had let himself in and prepared himself to wait this mess out.