I watched him walk back to the bathroom to toss the washcloth. His ass was a work of art, and as soon as he turned and came to the bed, there was no denying he was comfortable in his own skin. I mean, he was stunning. Who could blame the guy for having an ego the size of Texas?
I wasn’t sure what sleeping with Julian would entail, so I slid to the left side of the bed. As soon as he slipped under the covers, he wrapped his arm around my waist and dragged me against him so he was spooning me from behind.
“I like you close to me.” Again, the shiver ran up my spine. His words held a heavy amount of romance, but there was a hint of something almost sinister.
My brain was hissing at me to run. Something wasn’t right, but my body was jelly and my heart beat as if it were drugged. Wrapped in the warmth of his heat, the war of emotions and self-preservation dissipated until I was submerged into my dreams.
The secondI entered my hotel room, Hannah was right there begging for information on my date. We sat on the balcony, drinking delicious sweet tea, and I was sharing my evening with her…the PG version, which was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door.
“Is that Mark?” I moved to answer it.
“He has a key; he wouldn’t knock.”
I shrugged and answered it. Four men in uniforms stood in the hallway. A patch on the arm of one of the guys read Thrindell Police Force. Two of the others had patches that read Crellesia Police Force.
“Good morning, Officers. How may I help you?” I tried to smile, but the frowns on their faces told me this wasn’t going to be pleasant.
“Wynn Carter?” one of the officers asked.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Wynn Carter, I’m Officer Rogers. I’m going to need you to come with us to the station to answer a few questions.”
“What the hell for?” Hannah pulled the door open wider.
Rogers glanced at Hannah and immediately dismissed her. “We’re asking you to come of your own accord. Please don’t make this difficult.”
“Maybe you should tell him why. Who the hell blindly goes with the cops?”
Rogers sighed. “We need Mr. Carter to come with us to answer questions regarding Governor Rambles’s murder.”
“What!” Hannah and I shouted at the same time.
“You think Wynn had something to do with her murder?” Hannah snorted. “That’s ridiculous. Absolutely not. No, he’s not going with you.”
“Hannah.” I placed my hand on her arm; her face was getting red with anger.
“No, Wynn. You’re in a foreign country with no lawyer, and you’re not going anywhere.” Suddenly, she grinned. “Actually, you have something better than a lawyer.”
“I do?”
She nodded. “You have a prince.” She turned and narrowed her eyes at the officers. “Prince Julian Davaros will be very unhappy to hear how you’re treating his boyfriend.”
I opened my mouth to tell her to stop, but I was halted by the way the officers were now looking at each other like,What the fuck do we do?
“I’ll go with them.” I held up my hand to silence Hannah. “My phone is on the charger next to my bed. Julian’s number is there; maybe you can let him know what’s going on and inform him I likely won’t be making it to dinner tonight.”
She smirked. “Okay.”
When I faced the officers again, I held out a hand. “Lead the way, gentlemen.”
Their expressions were no longer filled with the air of authority. No, they all appeared quite afraid. I hated to get Julian involved, but Hannah was right. I couldn’t call my lawyer to come help me here, and I wasn’t sure what the laws even were on the Lamdera Islands. Julian was my best bet. I just couldn’t for the life of me figure out why they’d think I had anything to do with the governor’s death.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Julian
“Thank you for your service.”I ended my speech at the veteran’s luncheon I’d been invited to. As I stepped off the dais, I was thanked and offered handshakes. I did what was expected of me, I smiled, asked the right questions, ate while I listened to war story after war story. Through it all, the only thing that kept me sane was Wynn.
