“I scared you?” she says, clearly amused. “I didn’t know I had that much power.”
I blow out a breath and shake my head, sliding the door shut. “Finish up, Savannah.”
You have way more power than you think.
I go back into the room and change because my clothes are sopping. I glance at the time. We have to move.
My phone buzzes with a call from our head of security.
“Yeah? Any luck?”
“No, sir. The coast is clear. I suspect it was falsely triggered.”
We’ve been trying to find the source of our security breach with no luck. There was nothing out of place on the dance floor, and when we scanned our security footage, everything was as it should be. Then who triggered the alarm? Call me paranoid, but I’ve learned over the years to trust my gut instinct.
“Thank you.”
I call Maman’s bodyguard just to be safe. “Yes, sir?”
“How’s everything there?”
“Fine, sir. All calm. Your mother went shopping with her sister today, and everything went as planned.”
I hang up with him and text Fabien.
Me:
You two still traveling?
His lack of response tells me he is traveling or something’s wrong, so I text Nicolette next.
Me:
How are you two?
Nicolette:
Other than being totally freaked out at the thought of my sister alone with you, fine, thanks.
I smirk to myself. She’s ballsy sometimes.
Me:
You have a problem with that?
Nicolette:
Oooooh, yeah. But she’s an adult and so are you, so…
She sends an emoji with a zipper on a smiley face. I take a minute to think before I reply.
Me:
Thanks. I promise she’s safe with me. I’ll take good care of her.
She hearts my text. I put my phone in my pocket.
What exactly does it mean to take care of someone like Savannah?
