“Yes!”
“I guess I’m losing my touch, then.”
“Hey, wait!” was called to their backs.
Teddy smothered his smile and stopped, looking over his shoulder. “Yeah, man?”
The doorman looked around covertly before approaching and whispering, “That area is still cordoned off. She hasn’t wanted anyone going back there. I think she’s planning on remodeling the whole wing so she can pretend nothing even happened.”
“That’s a crime scene!” Saint exclaimed. “She can’t just paint over evidence.”
The doorman shrugged and grimaced. “It’s just what I’ve heard.”
“Thanks for giving us the heads-up,” Teddy said, clapping him on the arm.
The guy blushed, which was unexpected.
Coughing, Teddy removed his hand, not wanting to give the wrong impression. He turned to leave again, forcing Saint along.
“Don’t turn around, but there’s a path around the back,” the guy said to their backs. “All the higher-ups are in a meeting for the next two hours if you just so happen to go back there. There’s a blind spot on the cameras at the end of the parking lot where it borders the golf course.”
Teddy smiled. “Got it. Thanks.”
“Everett.”
“T—” He caught himself quickly. “Damir.”
“I’ll call the cursebreaker line if I hear anything else.”
“Thank you.”
He heard Everett walk away and started them walking back to Saint’s car, Saint shaking his head in disbelief. “And he strikes again.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, yeah. Freaking Prince Charming. You should go ask for his number while you’re at it.”
Teddy sent him a mild glare—admittedly he sucked at them. “Just get in the car and park down the street so we can sneak in.”
“I’m just saying,” Saint said. “He seemed sweet.”
He could have been dipped in icing sugar, smothered in sprinkles, and drizzled in caramel and it still wouldn’t have mattered.
Teddy climbed into the car. “We shouldn’t stay longer than an hour, just in case the meeting gets out early.”
Saint nodded, throwing his arm over the back of Teddy’s seat and backing up. “An hour is better than nothing.”
Chapter 4
Teddy
He followed Saint out of the car and toward a roped-off area that looked drastically different from the last time they were there.
“Nice to see they listened to our advice and haven’t touched anything,” Saint grumbled as he ducked under the tape and held it up for Teddy.
“They always were very accommodating to our needs,” he said, staring at the fresh coat of paint on the facade and the new windows that had clearly been recently installed.
Saint pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate people.”
