“Hello?” Her soft, sweet voice made him smile.
“Hola, Mami. How’s your day going?”
Angel heard her sigh and worried she was having a bad day.
“Angel, I’m-.”
He cut her off because he could hear the regret in her voice.
“No, Emily. Don’t do it,” he implored.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I have a client emergency. I don’t know what time I’ll be done.”
Angel exhaled a frustrated breath. “An emergency?”
“Yes. I’m sorry,” Emily apologized. Regret clear in her tone.
“It’s fine. I suppose I’ll live,” Angel muttered.
“Thank you. I’ll call you when I’m done. If it’s not too late, maybe we can have a nightcap.”
“Do that,” Angel responded.
“Okay, bye.”
When she hung up, Angel tossed the phone on the bed and walked into the living area in search of the minibar. He’d been traveling for hours to get to Emily. Since his plans had changed, Angel decided a drink and a nap would cover his afternoon. So, he grabbed two of the tiny bottles of tequila and a glass. Forgoing ice, he poured both bottles into the tumbler. Just as he was lifting the glass to his lips, his cell phone vibrated. Angel didn’t recognize the number, but he had nothing to do, so he answered.
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“Mr. Medina?”
Angel didn’t recognize the female caller.
“Si?”
“Sir, my name is Georgia Williams. I’m personal assistant to Miss Storm,” the woman said on the other end.
“Okay?”
“Well, I hear Miss Storm has canceled your plans for this evening.”
“Yes, she has,” Angel confirmed.
“I’m calling to help you make new plans.”
The assistant’s words confused Angel.
“New plan? Does Miss Storm know of these plans?”
“No, sir, she does not. But she’s really been looking forward to your visit. So, I’d like to help.”
Angel took a sip of the chilled tequila and sat the drink down on a table.
“Tell me more,” he said to the woman.
Chapter Four
EMILY
