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myself from earshot of you guys talking nasty. So, when I go back home and tell him that—”
“Look,” Bruno said, now taking a seat across from her. “I know it got nuts back there, but he’s not even home, all right. You don’t have to get into the details of who said what … and I’m sorry if anybody offended you. The guys were just joking around … all of us were.”
Sage kept a palm on her face covering the bruised left side of it, using her right hand to push lettuce leaves around in a circle with her fork. “He’s not home yet?”
“No. He had to go to New Orleans, but he’ll be back in a couple days, right after Mardi Gras—and you need to be back and tucked in safe with everything back to normal.”
Now she looked up at Bruno, the gears in her mind turning quickly. This new information had to be communicated to her team and Captain Davis, stat. If the shipment was going down tonight, they needed to know that. Then again, it could have been a logistics dry run with Assad. Either way, it was valuable intel.
“He never told me he was going to New Orleans,” Sage murmured, sounding dejected. “I might have wanted to go, too.”
“Yeah, well, he didn’t take any of us, so don’t go making a big deal out of it. Maybe, if you behave yourself, after he’s finished doing business, he might fly you down to join him, since it’ll be Mardi Gras.”
“Why couldn’t he just take me right from the start?” she said, challenging Bruno with a pout. Inside, her heartbeat had kicked up a notch as panic set in, but she stayed calm on the surface so as not to tip him off.
Bruno leaned forward. “Look … I shouldn’t be telling you anything, all right. Just know that he had serious business to take care of and wants you somewhere safe while he’s away.” Bruno sat back, looked around the restaurant, rubbed his jaw, and then lowered his voice to a plea. “C’mon, Camille. Gimme a break. Just come home.”
“I’m not mad at you now; I’m more pissed at him. I would have loved to visit the Big Easy.” She ate a few more bites of her salad, toying with the strain in the huge security guy who had been sent on a fool’s errand to babysit her. She needed more answers. “He’s probably got some hoochie in a room in New Orleans, that’s why I couldn’t go … probably cheating on me as we speak.”
“No, no, and please don’t go telling him I said anything about New Orleans, all right. It’s not like that, it’s strictly business.”
“Really?” she murmured, looking up at Bruno with sad eyes.
“Really.”
“Then, if it’s not some other woman, why couldn’t he take me this morning?” she whined.
“The man had to go check out his shipping warehouses, all right. That’s all I can tell you. There’s nothing fun going on down there, Camille. Honestly. You know he had a meeting at the airport with a big client … and I guess they wanted to see whatever—then he’ll be back. So, are you coming home or what?”
She released a long sigh and stared at Bruno with the most innocent expression she could muster. “Can’t you just tell him that you found me here and that I want to go to the spa to get a mani-pedi and massage and might even stay at the Ritz Carlton tonight … just so I don’t have to rush home? I mean, what’s to do at the mansion, especially if he’s not there? Maybe I could even go have a drink with one of my girlfriends and go listen to some live music or go to a club, and get myself pretty for when he gets back.”
Bruno briefly closed his eyes and smoothed a palm over his mousse-spiked blond hair. “He said to bring you home.”
There was no way she was getting into any vehicle but the red Mercedes coupe that didn’t have C4 wired under the chassis.
“Look, if you talk to him and tell him you found me … in fact, I’ll even get on the phone while you call him, then he should be all right with that, right?”
“I dunno. He’s got a lot going on
“Look,” Bruno said, now taking a seat across from her. “I know it got nuts back there, but he’s not even home, all right. You don’t have to get into the details of who said what … and I’m sorry if anybody offended you. The guys were just joking around … all of us were.”
Sage kept a palm on her face covering the bruised left side of it, using her right hand to push lettuce leaves around in a circle with her fork. “He’s not home yet?”
“No. He had to go to New Orleans, but he’ll be back in a couple days, right after Mardi Gras—and you need to be back and tucked in safe with everything back to normal.”
Now she looked up at Bruno, the gears in her mind turning quickly. This new information had to be communicated to her team and Captain Davis, stat. If the shipment was going down tonight, they needed to know that. Then again, it could have been a logistics dry run with Assad. Either way, it was valuable intel.
“He never told me he was going to New Orleans,” Sage murmured, sounding dejected. “I might have wanted to go, too.”
“Yeah, well, he didn’t take any of us, so don’t go making a big deal out of it. Maybe, if you behave yourself, after he’s finished doing business, he might fly you down to join him, since it’ll be Mardi Gras.”
“Why couldn’t he just take me right from the start?” she said, challenging Bruno with a pout. Inside, her heartbeat had kicked up a notch as panic set in, but she stayed calm on the surface so as not to tip him off.
Bruno leaned forward. “Look … I shouldn’t be telling you anything, all right. Just know that he had serious business to take care of and wants you somewhere safe while he’s away.” Bruno sat back, looked around the restaurant, rubbed his jaw, and then lowered his voice to a plea. “C’mon, Camille. Gimme a break. Just come home.”
“I’m not mad at you now; I’m more pissed at him. I would have loved to visit the Big Easy.” She ate a few more bites of her salad, toying with the strain in the huge security guy who had been sent on a fool’s errand to babysit her. She needed more answers. “He’s probably got some hoochie in a room in New Orleans, that’s why I couldn’t go … probably cheating on me as we speak.”
“No, no, and please don’t go telling him I said anything about New Orleans, all right. It’s not like that, it’s strictly business.”
“Really?” she murmured, looking up at Bruno with sad eyes.
“Really.”
“Then, if it’s not some other woman, why couldn’t he take me this morning?” she whined.
“The man had to go check out his shipping warehouses, all right. That’s all I can tell you. There’s nothing fun going on down there, Camille. Honestly. You know he had a meeting at the airport with a big client … and I guess they wanted to see whatever—then he’ll be back. So, are you coming home or what?”
She released a long sigh and stared at Bruno with the most innocent expression she could muster. “Can’t you just tell him that you found me here and that I want to go to the spa to get a mani-pedi and massage and might even stay at the Ritz Carlton tonight … just so I don’t have to rush home? I mean, what’s to do at the mansion, especially if he’s not there? Maybe I could even go have a drink with one of my girlfriends and go listen to some live music or go to a club, and get myself pretty for when he gets back.”
Bruno briefly closed his eyes and smoothed a palm over his mousse-spiked blond hair. “He said to bring you home.”
There was no way she was getting into any vehicle but the red Mercedes coupe that didn’t have C4 wired under the chassis.
“Look, if you talk to him and tell him you found me … in fact, I’ll even get on the phone while you call him, then he should be all right with that, right?”
“I dunno. He’s got a lot going on
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