She shrieked and tried to wriggle away, kicking and squirming. Her legs became tangled in the sheets, limiting her range of motion. She got one of her hands free and jabbed him in the hip, forcing him to retreat. They wrestled around on the bed, laughing and yelling.
“Luke!” A woman’s voice rang out, followed by a sharp whistle.
Rowan gasped and scrambled to cover her exposed body.
Luke did the same thing. “Marla. What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
Who the hell was Marla?
“I used my key. You weren’t answering your phone.” She stood in the doorway, one hand over her eyes. “Is it safe to look now?”
Why the hell did she have a key?
“Yes,” Luke said as he adjusted the sheet around his hip.
She peeked through her fingers before lowering her hand. “You forgot, didn’t you?” Whoever she was, she sighed the sigh of a woman used to being put out.
“About what?”
“The gala in two days? Your sister will be here in the morning.” She tapped at the tablet in the crook of her arm. “Your tux is at the cleaners—I’m picking it up later today. Shelby has a dress fitting at ten tomorrow—I’ll update the appointment to include Rowan.”
She looked up from her tablet. “You are going to be here on Saturday, right?” She didn’t give Rowan a chance to answer. “There shouldn’t be a problem getting you a ticket…the seating arrangement might need some adjustment. I’ll have to talk to Lisa about that.”
Rowan thought she might have been talking to herself out loud at that point.
“I’ll be here at nine-fifteen tomorrow to pick you up, Rowan. What kind of coffee do you like?”
“Uh…regular. With cream. I can fix some here.”
“Perfect.” She lowered the tablet. “It’s very nice to meet you, Rowan. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Frowning as the woman disappeared, Rowan looked at Luke. “What just happened?”
“Marla.” He sighed and flopped back on the bed.
“And she is…?”
“My new PR slash PA. The woman’s a powerhouse. I’m pretty sure that tablet is physically attached to her arm.”
“What happened to Joe Bob?”
“Bobby John? He retired.”
She tilted her head. “Huh. Where am I going Saturday?”
He grinned. “Wanna go to a party with me? It’s for a good cause.”
