Making it clear the wallet had been in her hand the whole time.
Her theft had been undetectable. If I hadn’t made her return the damn thing, no one would’ve been able to prove she’d taken it.
Maximo echoed my thoughts. “If we share the footage of her walking by, they’ll want the footage of her returning.”
“I know.”
Juliet dragged her eyes from the paused monitor to her husband. “Does that mean you’re going to give it to them?”
Maximo shot his wife a look as he picked up his cell and dialed. When whoever answered, he ordered, “Delete the footage. I’ll have Cole wipe it from his backups so it can’t be retrieved.” He was silent for a minute. “Tell him that none of our cameras captured anything illegal, and to protect the privacy of our guests, we will not be sharing the footage. If he has an issue with that, he can take it up with our lawyers.” He was silent again. “Right. Yeah. Cole will be in touch.”
Juliet threw her arms around his neck the moment he ended the call. “I love you.”
“You’re not going to love me so much when I make your ass raw for thinking I’d turn that girl over.”
“I know.” His eyes narrowed, making her give him an innocent smile. “I’ll love you more.”
“I’ll call Cole,” I volunteered as I backed toward the door. I got the feeling Maximo wouldn’t have time for a while.
“Wait,” Juliet said as Maximo clicked off the monitors. “Forward the email to Ash before you delete it.”
Maximo’s brows lowered. “Why?”
“He likes her.” There was an unspoken duh in her tone.
Their eyes shot to me for confirmation.
I lifted a shoulder in a half-assed shrug.
I didn’t know anything about the mystery woman except she was strong, stubborn, too proud for her own damn good, and beautiful.
So fucking beautiful.
And she sure as shit needed someone to protect her.
Maximo clicked a couple of buttons, and my cell dinged in my pocket. “A little leverage goes a long way.”
I doubted I’d ever see the woman again. Even if I searched, Vegas was a big city with a constant rotation of people. I’d have better odds winning back-to-back jackpots than I would finding a woman who wanted to stay lost.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t look.
Chapter 3
Be Prepared
MILA
Trudging up to my apartment, I felt like I was about to die—and not just because walking up four flights of stairs was an intense workout.
I was used to it. My building had an elevator that was perpetually out of order. According to Ron—the building manager who only blew in when rent was due—it would be repaired any day.
Any day was going on nearly two years—the entire time I’d lived there and then some. When new tenants pressed on the matter, they were told the same rotation of excuses.
Just waiting on one part.
Just hit a snag.
Just need a little time to figure it out.
