"What room?"
"The lounge."
I made a forwarding motion with my hand. "And…?"
"And I knew you wouldn’t want them to."
I gave her a hard look. "So? It's notmylounge."
She drew back, and the jacket opened maybe an inch or two, enough to make me want to look down.
I didn't.Much.
She replied, "Well, yeah. But they were looking for you personally, and acting a little psycho about it, too."
My eyebrows lifted. "Is that so?"
She squinted up at me. "I know what you're thinking."
I doubted that.I was thinking the same thing I'd been thinking for the past two days.And it wasn't good.
Bringing Anna's little sister along on this tour had been a mistake – and not because trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went. It was because I liked her companyandthe way she looked.
Too much.
And there was nothing sisterly about it.
When I said nothing in reply, she said, "You're thinking thatI'mthe psycho. Aren't you?"
No. I wasn't.
I'd lived an interesting life and had seenrealpsychos up close and personal. Becka was an angel compared to them.
I cut to the chase. "You know that wasn't your job, right?"
"What wasn't?"
My shoulders tightened as I considered the potential danger she'd put herself in. "Guarding the door."
"I wasn't 'guarding' it," she said. "I mean, yeah, I ended upsort ofguarding it. But really, I'd just gone out to grab a cup of coffee." She tried for a smile. "I asked you if you wanted one. Remember?"
I crossed my arms. "I remember."
But that wasn't theonlything I remembered. When we'd arrived at the lounge not too long ago, therehadbeen a guard at the door. My jaw clenched.Where the hell was he?
I felt a cold rage building deep inside me. Becka, misguided though she was, had felt compelled to do his job, becausehe'dbeen slacking.
This wasn't over. Not for me. And not for him.
Becka was still explaining. "And I knew you'd be angry if I just let them waltz in."
Hell, I was angry now, no waltzing needed."Let's get one thing straight," I said. "Guarding the door,anydoor – that'snotyour job."
"Yeah. I know. You already said that."
"Then I'm saying again. If you run into trouble, you getme, okay?"
She sighed. "But that's exactly my point. Theywantedme to get you. But I knew that's not what you wanted."
