“Okay,” I agree, for no other reason than to end this.
“Can this be done remotely?” Emmanuel eyes the pile of catalogues on the ground.
“Um, yes,” I tell him.
“Good. We’re going home. To Mexico. Today,” he says.
“What? Today? I don’t even have anything to wear!” I start rummaging through the clothes I packed to come to Vegas. I didn’t exactly have a lot of notice.
“Evie, we can buy whatever you need when we get there,” Emmanuel says, as if that’s the solution to my problems.
“You can come and raid my closet. Louie keeps having shit delivered to me that I don’t even need,” Charlotte adds.
“Oh my, how horrible your life must be that your husband constantly gives you gifts.” I roll my eyes at her.
“It really is.” Her lip tilts up in mock disgust.
I turn back to Emmanuel. “How long do I have?”
“How long do you need?” he counters.
“Mmm, three hours?”
“Okay, I’ll take you to Louie’s and then come back and collect you in three hours,” he says.
“I don’t need you to escort me upstairs,” I tell him.
“You might not need me to, but I need it,” he counters, and I melt a little.
As soon as we’re in Charlotte’s penthouse, she disappears, leaving me alone in the foyer with Emmanuel.
“Three hours,” he says. “Don’t leave this apartment until I come back.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like the idea of you being anywhere without me right now.”
“Okay.” Usually I’d tell him where to go, but I feel like he needs this. And it’s not likeIneed to go anywhere.
Once Emmanuel leaves, I walk into Charlotte’s bedroom, finding her in her closet.
“Holy shitballs.” My mouth drops open in shock. She wasn’t kidding when she said Louie keeps having stuff delivered for her.
“I told you it’s excessive.”
“It’s amazing, Charlotte. This is literally a dreamcloset,” I say, walking in and spinning around. “I’m almost too afraid to touch anything.”
“Don’t be. Take whatever you want,” she says.
“I’ve never been more thankful that we are the same size than I am right now,” I say while ogling her floor-to-ceiling shoe rack that is stacked full of all the latest designer heels.
Chapter Forty-Six
Once I’m in the car, I call Paz. “You on him?” I ask.
I know my men are good at what they do. I didn’t want to have to use Evie as bait, but I knew the second that asshole thought she was alone, he’d pop up.
She was never alone. I was watching her the entire time. She just didn’t know it. But Icouldn’t have been more proud of her. She stood her ground, didn’t let the fucker intimidate her at all.
