soft spot for her for years. “What did she want?” I ask.
“Just to check in on me.”
I roll my eyes. “I bet she did.” I huff. “I’m sure she has venom in her veins like her sister. It probably runs in the family, like a witch thing.”
He laughs again. “Good Lord, if Prescott doesn’t kill you first, I’m quite sure one of your cellmates will fuck you to death once you go inside for my ex-wife’s murder.”
I roll the scotch around in my mouth with a smirk. “It would be worth it to rid you of that wench.”
He exhales heavily. “So, what am I buying?”
“King-size orthopaedic cushion-top mattress. Make it hypoallergenic.”
“Okay, I’ll call you from the store.”
“I have these Chinese clients in town so I’ll be with them most of the day. I can be home from four for the delivery.”
“I’ve never heard of a bed being delivered on the same day as the purchase.”
“Can you just make it happen?” I sigh, holding my forehead. “Fuck the saleswoman in the back room if you have to.”
He chuckles. “Where are you? It sounds noisy.”
“In the hotel bar. I’m waiting for Charlotte’s guards. I want to talk to them with her not around.”
“Why, what’s up?”
“I want to know why she’s so guarded.”
“Yeah, me and Masters were talking about this the other night. Something must have happened in the past, we reckon.”
“I agree.” I sigh.
The stool next to me shifts, and Anthony and Wyatt slide into the seats. “Got to go,” I tell Seb. I hang up and turn to the boys. “Did you get the film?”
Anthony exhales heavily. “Nope, there were two of them with cameras. If we were caught manhandling them, it would have all been caught on camera.”
“Shit.” I sigh. “You guys want a drink?”
“No, I’m good,” Wyatt says.
“We’re off the clock now. You’ve finished for the day,” I urge. I want them relaxed.
“Okay, just a beer. Make it two Coronas,” Anthony replies.
“Can I have two Coronas and another scotch, please?” I ask the waitress.
“Sure.” She smiles as she moves away to grab the drinks.
“Well.” I sigh. “Those pictures will be live in a few days. They’ll be selling them to the highest bidder as we speak. You’re both going to have to call your boss and let him know that Charlotte and I have been on a date if you want to keep your jobs.”
Anthony nods. “Looks like it.”
“I’ll take care of Edward,” I tell them.
Wyatt smirks. “Edward Prescott is not someone you can take care of.” The waitress puts the drinks down in front of us. “Thank you,” they both mutter before taking a sip.
I rub my fingers through my two-day growth. “What makes you so sure that he won’t approve of me seeing Charlotte?” I ask.