I looked over. Lights were on inside and I saw a twitch at the curtains. The girls were already here. They all had keys. I cleared my throat. “Any news on what happened with the chandelier?”
How the hell someone had gotten up into the beams and loosened the damn thing was beyond me. I did know Everett had set up a long ladder for Caden so he could investigate.
Caden didn’t look like he wanted to tell me anything.
“Caden, I was there. I…” I blew out a breath. The thought of the huge chandelier hitting Ro made me sick. “I deserve an answer.”
“Someone had attached a small device to the cables holding the chandelier. When they activated it, it generated enough heat to melt the cables.”
My mouth dropped open. “This is way beyond pranks now.”
He nodded.
“Right. Okay. I need a margarita.” I gave him a nod. “Good night.”
“Night, and be careful. Keep an eye out and stay aware of your surroundings.”
I fought back the need to salute. “I will.”
He turned to leave.
“Caden?”
He glanced back.
“Watch Ro’s back. He’s the target, and…” I wasn’t sure what to say. All I knew was that I didn’t want him hurt.
Caden nodded. “I’ve always got his back.”
As he disappeared into the darkness, I walked up to my house and stepped inside. Sierra and Jazz were manning a blender at my island.
Allie stood by the window.
“Oh my God, Tessa,” Sierra yelled. “You slept with Ambrose Langston!”
“Technically, there was no sleeping.”
Jazz shook her head. “Only you would decide to throw caution to the wind for one night, and manage to sleep with a smoking hot billionaire, who’s also your boss.”
“He’s not technically my boss.” I dumped my bag on a chair.
“Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broody walked you home,” Allie said.
“He did. Ro doesn’t want me walking around alone.”
“He’s scary. Caden, not Langston. He skulks around the hotel, watching, staring, intimidating everyone.”
“He’s the head of security.” I kicked my shoes off. “That’s his job.”
Allie pulled a face.
“Caden’s hot in an intense kind of way,” Sierra said from the kitchen.
Allie frowned.
“Here.” Jazz held out a margarita in my fancy glasses. “Tessa gets the first one for surviving falling chandeliers and rolling around on the floor with a billionaire hotel magnate.”
My stomach cramped at the memory. “I was saving his life.” I took the cocktail and sipped. As usual, Jazz had a heavy hand with the tequila.
