“Miss Flossie?”
“Hmm-mm.”
“This is the concierge. There’s a Jaxon Quinn here to see you, ma’am.”
“Is he the FBI agent?” I whispered, then cleared my throat. I didn’t know why I was whispering. I was alone in my room.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Did you check his credentials?”
“Yes ma’am, and I photocopied them.”
I relaxed. “Thank you so much. Do you have one of the conference rooms open?”
“Yes. I’ll meet you in the lobby and show you both.”
“Excellent. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
We hung up and I grabbed my phone, folder full of evidence, and room key and headed downstairs. As my elevator car took me to the person I hoped would protect my sister, I tapped my foot with nervous energy. The bell dinged, the doors opened...and my heart stopped.
Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!
The evening concierge, Adam was his name (I think), stood with the best looking man I’d ever seen in my life. Ever. Like as in everdom. Dark hair, a little shaggy on top, piercing blue eyes and a jaw that could rival Superman’s, he was tall and built, and looked like he commanded the world. He wore jeans, a black long-sleeved Henley, with a black leather jacket and black motorcycle boots. When the man caught my eye, I swallowed and told myself to breathe. Then I forced myself to smile.
* * *
Jaxon
The elevator doorsopened and I was a little taken aback by the beautiful woman who looked like she’d just seen something rather weird. I hoped it wasn’t me, because, damn, she was gorgeous. Long blonde hair, light blue eyes and a curvy-as-sin body. She wore dark jeans and tight T-shirt, and she carried a manila envelope and a phone.
“Miss Morgan,” Adam said.
“Adam,” she said, and stepped out of the elevator.
“This is Agent Quinn.”
I reached out to shake her hand and her cheeks pinkened as she slid her hand into mine. “It’s nice to meet you,” I said.
She licked her lips. “You too. Thank you so much for seeing me.”
“If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you where you can speak privately,” Adam said.
I stepped aside so Harmony could precede me and we followed Adam down a hallway and into a large conference room.
“Thanks, Adam,” Harmony said.
Having her walk in front of me may have been a bad idea...her back end could only be described as perfection and I couldn’t stop looking at her. Her ass had a heart shape to it which made me want to see it out of her jeans.
I was relieved that, although she looked like she was related to Melody, she didn’t look too much like her. When I got Harmony under me, I didn’t want to be thinking about her batshit crazy sibling.
We walked into the large conference room and the concierge left us alone, so I waved to one of the chairs at the table and we sat down.
“I’m sure you have a lot on your plate, Agent Quinn,” Harmony said. “But I really appreciate you taking time to have a look at this.”
I nodded. “Start from the beginning.”
