I pull out my phone to text Tianna.
It buzzes in Remy’s pocket.
He shrugs and gives me a sheepish look. “She couldn’t carry a purse. I have her lip gloss and phone.”
“This is inefficient and dangerous.”
I snatch Tianna’s phone from his hand and check the light. Still red.
I open the car door, step out, and run to the town car. I bang on the passenger window until they unlock the door.
It has started drizzling, and water runs down the back of my neck, ineffective at cooling my ire.
I take the seat and turn to look at the two women behind me.
I pass Tianna the phone. “Christianna, this was not sensible.”
She bites her lip and accepts it.
Madame inclines her head. “You will do.”
Then she rolls the partition up, cutting me off from their conversation.
My phone buzzes.
Remy: What did she say?
I slide my phone back into my pocket and stare out the rain-streaked window.
I need to make Madame realize this is not acceptable. Not acceptable at all.
Chapter one hundred nineteen
Remy
We pull into the drive behind the town car. Erik is already outside in the pouring rain, tapping his foot.
I grab an umbrella and go to the rear door.
It’s locked.
The driver hasn’t moved.
“What are they doing?” I ask.
“Madame put the partition up after I entered the vehicle,” Erik says, voice clipped.
I knock on the window.
The lock clicks. I pull the door open harder than necessary. It swings back into my hip. I ignore it and angle the umbrella over the opening.
A black-gloved hand emerges.
When Madame steps out, Erik moves to my side. “Madame, we need to speak.”
“You are correct. Be a good lad and fetch a second umbrella for Christianna. There is much to discuss.”
She turns to me. “Let’s see my grand dogs. I would also like a Scotch. Two fingers.”
