Dick.
“Well, so, how did they track me down?” I ask. “It wasn’t my room, and I was in costume.”
Everyone stares at me like they’ve all seen the videos by now, and I’m sure they have. I’m betting these guys have their own copies in some database that will absolutely bite me in the ass if they ever need something from me and I refuse. Hopefully, they’re not football fans.
“Hey, you didn’t recognize me, and I was literally raising our child with you,” I remind Tilly. “No one was going to recognize me if they didn’t know it was me already.”
“I concede the point,” Rhys says gamely. “But you weren’t in costume when you handed all your traveler’s checks over to the concierge.”
“That dick.”
“He had no idea anything was going on. Not guilty of anything except telling the front desk manager that Blaise Sinclair had just dropped off an envelope of cash for Emerson Michaels’ room.”
“That dick.”Seriously, hotel employees shouldn’t be gossiping like that. Not cool, bro.
Now I’m glad Ani-Con isn’t going to be at that hotel anymore, if the news reports are right.
Wait.
“We’ve taken care of the key players here,” Leo informs us while Rhys takes a cautious bite of the sauce-dipped stick, flares his nostrils as he decides on it, and gives a slightly defeated sigh before continuing to chew it. Leo must be the vegan.
Or it’s an intimidation tactic.
In fact, the gleam in his eyes now has me spluttering out, “You didn’t kill them, did you?”
“No, of course not,” Rhys says.
But he’s staring me down hard.
And the corners of Leo’s lips spread.
I’m pretty sure they killed them.
“Are they going to jail?” Tilly asks nervously. “Will we have to testify?”
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
Yeah, they definitely killed those guys. I don’t like that, but I also don’t have the ability to unkill someone.
“We are working to seize their finances now, but that’s more complicated due to the delay, so I cannot make promises about any of it being returned to you, but rest assured—”
“None of it?” I don’t want to sound whiny, but I soundwhiny.
“Mr. Sinclair, we’ll be keeping half of it just to cover our expenses and fees.”
“What?” I explode, and only Tilly’s hand can get me to lower my voice. “Since when am I paying for this?”
“Blaise,” Tilly says warningly. “Emerson wasn’t going to pay for this. He was just going to make sure we had the best possible men taking care of this.”
She’s right. I know she’s right. But I still grumble, “He could have made it a wedding gift.”
She’s firm with me as she says, “This is what we needed. We’ll be fine. We can rebuild.”
“You’re right.” I lift her hand to kiss it, and she lights up.
The men look away awkwardly. Not surprisingly.
Donovan coos at us. He’s used to mommy and daddy kissing. Probably Leo and Rhys were both raised in laboratories. Definitely Leo, who’s analyzing Donovan again.
