Hot Secrets
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She stopped and looked up at him. “What?”
“I got you now,” he said. “I’m not letting you go. But we’ll talk later.”
The tension slid away from her. “Talk. You want to talk?” She rose up on her toes, and whispered in his ear, “Either you want me forever or you don’t.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her, not giving a damn about the properness. “I want you. Forever.” He trailed his fingers down her arm. “Let’s find Mark before I forget why it matters and drag you out of here.”
She laughed and they quickly found Mark and his wife Lindsey, a dy***ite blonde who was as gorgeous as she was friendly, and joined them at their table.
“So I hear Mark proposed a new career option for you,” Lindsey said, getting right to the point.
“He said something about it, yes.”
“So what do I have to do to talk you into it? I need some women power at the firm. I’m the only one there.”
From there, Royce was pleased to see Lauren relax, and get lost in conversation with Lindsey. Royce and Mark were both pleased to see the magic unfold, as Lindsey convinced Lauren that she had to join their firm.
A good hour passed before Lauren pushed to her feet and Royce followed her. “Bathroom,” she said. “You talk your football. I want to find Julie, too, so I might be a few.” She took off through the crowd.
He hesitated, fighting the urge to follow her, telling himself he was being paranoid. But whoever had been terrorizing her was still out there somewhere.
***
Lauren walked down the hallway into the ladies, feeling more relaxed than she had in a very long time, a smile touching her lips. She was in love and she was no longer being stalked. And, damn it, she was going to quit her job and join Mark and Lindsey, and if she could talk Julie into leaving the firm she was with, she’d get her on the boat, too.
She turned a corner to enter the bathroom when Sharon stepped in front of her, her black dress twinkling in the overhead lights. “Let's step to the courtyard and talk.”
“It’s cold, Sharon, and I have to get back to my table.”
“I received an interesting delivery today,” she said. “You're going to want to know what’s inside and not where others can see it.”
Lauren’s lips parted in shock. This couldn’t be happening. There couldn’t be yet another threat. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“I thought so,” Sharon said smugly and turned and headed down the hall, away from the main room.
Lauren balled her fists at her sides and followed, telling herself not to overreact. Sharon was notorious for her ridiculous reactions to things. She opened the door, the cool fall night chilling her skin.
Greenery and trees lined a red brick path that allowed guests to go forward, left or right.
“We’ll want to walk further into the courtyard,” Sharon said, flicking her a hard look. “We don’t need an audience.”
Lauren hesitated a second, before following again, not comfortable with the secluded location, which was ridiculous. Sharon was a bit off her rocker, but she wasn’t dangerous. A few people milled around at the concrete seats along the way, and while that should have eased Lauren’s unease, it didn’t.
Sharon walked up the steps of the gazebo, a slim heater hanging from the ceiling and down to almost the floor, sending Lauren in pursuit a bit more eagerly. Lauren rushed to the glowing device and held her hands above it. A second later, someone grabbed her from behind and she blacked out.
***
Twenty minutes after Lauren left the table Royce was talking football with Mark when he saw Julie nearby and stopped mid-sentence. Lauren wasn’t with her.
“Give me a minute, Mark,” he said, pushing to his feet and going to Julie’s side. “Where’s Lauren?”
“I don’t know. I thought she was with you. Is something wrong?”
“She went to the bathroom and was supposed to be finding you. I need you to”
“I’m going,” she said, heading for the bathroom without another word. Royce fell into step with her, his adrenaline pumping, telling himself to stay calm. She was okay.
“Has her father arrived?”
“If he has I haven’t seen him,” she said, as they rounded the corner to the bathroom. “But maybe that’s because they are off talking. She’d been avoiding him.” She pushed the bathroom door open and went inside.
Royce’s cell phone rang and he yanked it off his belt to see Blake in the Caller ID. He answered and Blake immediately said, ”Is Lauren with you?”
“No, I can’t find her.”
“Front door,” Blake said. “Now.”
“She’s not here,” Julie said, rushing out of the bathroom.
Royce turned away from her, charging for the door, and barely keeping himself from running. He was in front of the building in a minute flat and the van was waiting.
The side door opened. “Get in,” Blake said and Royce didn’t ask questions.
Royce was inside and the van moving before the door was even shut, Luke taking off like a bat out of hell. He rotated on his heels to find the computer panel on the wall lit up with a tracking program, a dot beeping.
“That’s Lauren,” Blake said. “That chip you put in her watch wasn’t working. I found the problem. Now it’s working. Luke has the feed up front, too.”
Royce inhaled a calming breath, and letting it out. “What else do we know?”