Chapter 11
I wanted to rip into James for making a promise we couldn’t keep, but I wasn’t going to do it in here. I had several other questions too, but they would have to wait. I strode out of the room, letting him follow behind. We passed through the main area and then past the bouncer. I glanced at the photos of dancers on the wall and spotted Wilhemina. She was the only redhead in the bunch. I stopped short, James nearly running into my back. I pointed at the photo.
“That’s her.”
The bouncer gave me a dark look, but James pulled out his phone and snapped a couple of shots.
“No photos,” the bouncer barked.
James ignored him and, gripping my elbow, steered me toward the door.
Once we were in the parking lot and several feet from the door, I yanked my arm free and turned to face him, barely reining in my anger, “What were you thinking?”
He gave me a wry look. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“At the moment, I’m talking about you promising to get her charges dropped. I can’t do that, James!”
“There are other ways for it to happen, Harper,” he said simply. “What else is bothering you?”
“You can’t just tell me there are other ways and leave it at that,” I snapped. “You’ll have to be more specific than that.”
“Have I ever not followed through on something I’ve promised you?” he asked, his voice ending on a husky note as his hand rose to lightly cup my upper arm.
My breath hitched and I chastised my body for reacting to nothing more than his voice and the light touch of his hand. My body’s addiction to him wasn’t what we were discussing.
Truthfully, he always followed through on his promises, which meant he likely had a plan. But the dynamic of our relationship had changed—I needed to know what that plan actually was. “We’re partners now, James. You owe me more concrete answers. Is this something you expect Carter to work his magic on?”
“My name carries a lot of influence.”
I narrowed my eyes. “So you’re going to get her charges dropped?”
“If she gets the videos.”
“How do you plan to do that? Bribes?”
“I have a few ideas, but I’m not sure which direction I’ll go. We don’t even know if she’ll get the footage.”
I could have pushed for more specifics, but I’d let it go—for now.
His brow lifted. “What else?”
“Who’s Razor and why does he hate you?”
“That’s a conversation that’ll take longer than we’ve got.”
“You’re not going to tell me?” I snapped.
“I suspect you have other questions regarding Dani’s conversation with Razor, but I’m not going to tell you standing in this parking lot. I’ll tell you when we get back to the hotel.”
My anger cooled to a simmer. “Why not tell me that straight off? Why go with the dramatics?”
“Good point.” His brow ticked up. “Anything else?”
I knew what he was thinking. “If you think I’m upset about the lap dance, you’re sadly mistaken.”
He grinned. “Good to know.”
I gave him a dark look. “Just don’t be following up with Breezy.”
