“Do you think he knows that’s gone now?”
“How am I supposed to know?” I search for a separate bag to put the jewelry in
Rory stalks into the kitchen, rummages around a bit, then returns with a plastic zipper bag, handing it to me. “We need to show these to Hunter.”
“And Savannah,” I add as I place everything in the bag and seal it.
“Pretty sure she’s already seen them,” Rory quips.
“I mean, we need to ask her about them,” I deadpan.
Rory rubs his chin and nods to the panty drawer. “I don’t think she’ll be happy to find out that we rifled through her stuff.”
“She’ll get over it.” I shrug, grabbing a few underthings and tossing them into the duffel. “For your sake, I hope so,” I tease.
“Hey! You’re the one who found them while going through her panty drawer.” Rory points at me.
Hold my hands up, I defend myself. “She needs panties! How am I supposed to bring her clothes without going through her panty drawer?”
“You were smelling them!” Rory shouts.
My hands drop, and my face pinches. “How do you know that?”
Rory wears a shit-eating grin. “I didn’t until just now.”
“You would have done it too!” I point out as I zip up the duffel and sling it over my shoulder. Turning around, I find Rory standing there with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. “You’re just mad that I’m right.”
Rory rolls his eyes and walks off back into the bathroom. He returns with his own bag of Savannah’s things and heads for the door, gesturing for me to follow. “Come on. We need to figure out how to show these to Hunter before we talk to Savannah about them.”
Jogging after him, I call out, “You can sniff this pair. How about that?”
“Shut up!”
CHAPTER 24
SAVANNAH
The sunlight against my closed eyelids is too much. I’d give up my favorite set of knives for a few more minutes of sleep. I know the limo windows are tinted, but still.
“Did you have to wake me at the butt crack of dawn?” I complain to Hunter.
He sits next to me, looking just as pristine as ever in his dress shirt and slacks. He exchanged his usual suit coat for an expensive topcoat. Meanwhile, I’m wearing a pair of black leggings, a simple scoop neck shirt, and my winter coat.
Hunter sips his coffee as he types with one hand on his phone. His eyes don’t stray from the little screen as he responds. “I let you sleep until eleven.”
“Doesn’t feel like it,” I grumble and plop my head back on the seat and close my eyes.
“I’m sure, especially when you were up for hours doing?—”
Suddenly filled with the energy of a power plant, I jolt upright, reach toward Hunter, and slap my hand over his mouth, cutting him off. “Oh my God! How did you hear that?”
Feeling his lips curve underneath my palm, I narrow my eyes at him.
When I drop my hand, he starts, “Well…”
“What is it?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he sits there with a smile so smug it would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. I roll my eyes. “Just say it.”
“You’re a screamer, Babe.”
