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something insignificant.”
“Like what?”
“No clue, but maybe it was just Casey taking advantage of the opportunity to get Stefano
out of the competition.” Jordan stopped suddenly, and Rosie followed suit. “Um!”
“Uh-oh,” Rosie said suspiciously. “I know that look. Do I really want to know what’s
in that pretty little head of yours?”
Jordan narrowed her eyes. “I think we need to have apeek in their room before we take this to Ray.” She checked her watch. “Come on. Their
room is right down the hall from ours. We’ve probably got a half hour before they
finish with all that food and head this way.”
“Brilliant idea, Einstein, but there’s one major problem. How are we going to get
in?”
Jordan grabbed Rosie’s arm and made a 180-degree turn. “Somehow, we have to get the
key.”
CHAPTER 6
As soon as Jordan and Rosie reentered the bar, the waitress approached them to say
the lounge would be closing in fifteen minutes and they’d already missed last call.
After assuring her they would only be a few minutes, Jordan made eye contact with
Rosie and cocked her head in the direction of the far corner.
Rosie started that way, and Jordan followed. Beau and Marsha were so caught up in
an animated conversation, they didn’t even look up until the two had plopped down
in the empty chairs across from them. Casey was asleep with her head on the table
and a half-empty drink in front of her. An earth-shattering snore caused her to jerk
awake, but she quickly returned to whatever dream she was having.
Rosie reached for a cold French fry from the nearly empty basket. “So, it looks like
you two are gonna be herefor a while, right?” She pointed to the four full drinks in front of them.
Marsha laughed. “We’ve been talking about the cooking industry, and we lost track
of time. Beau thought we needed reinforcements before they cut us off.”
Cooking industry, my butt!
“It looks like you need black coffee more than reinforcements,” Jordan said, scanning
the table for Marsha’s or Casey’s purse.
Initially disappointed when she didn’t see one, she decided the women either hadn’t
brought their purses with them or had them on their laps. Either scenario was a dead
end for her plan to learn more about the conversation she’d overheard in the restroom
earlier. Then Jordan noticed Casey was using her black clutch as a pillow. Blowing
out a frustrated breath, she scolded herself for thinking the hunt for clues would
be easy.
“What brought you two back?” asked Beau, his words slurring and his glassy eyes obviously
struggling to focus.
“No reason. We—”
“We wanted one last drink,” Rosie interrupted. “Unfortunately, we’re a little too
late.”
“Here,” Beau said, sliding Casey’s drink toward Rosie. “I don’t think she’ll miss
it, do you?”
Casey chose that moment to lift her head and give them a drunken grin. It gave Jordan
just enough time to edge the clutch out and shove a few wadded-up linen napkins in
its place before the inebriated woman dropped her head back to the table.
“I was afraid the clasp might hurt her face,” she explained when both Beau and Marsha
shot her a questioning look.
Beau grinned before chugging the rest of his drink. “She wouldn’t even notice. She’s
not feeling any pain right now. Probably won’t until morning when that headache hits
like a mother.”
Nothing like the proverbial pot calling the kettle black.
Rosie cleared her throat, and Jordan looked up in time to see her point to Casey’s
purse.
Get
the key
, she mouthed.
“So, Beau, tell me about your chocolate treats. I sure would kill to have one right
now,” Rosie said, in an obvious effort to distract the couple.
“Did you know Sinfully Sweet hit the international market this year?” He stretched
across the table and slid one of Marsha’s full drinks toward Rosie, even though she
hadn’t yet
“Like what?”
“No clue, but maybe it was just Casey taking advantage of the opportunity to get Stefano
out of the competition.” Jordan stopped suddenly, and Rosie followed suit. “Um!”
“Uh-oh,” Rosie said suspiciously. “I know that look. Do I really want to know what’s
in that pretty little head of yours?”
Jordan narrowed her eyes. “I think we need to have apeek in their room before we take this to Ray.” She checked her watch. “Come on. Their
room is right down the hall from ours. We’ve probably got a half hour before they
finish with all that food and head this way.”
“Brilliant idea, Einstein, but there’s one major problem. How are we going to get
in?”
Jordan grabbed Rosie’s arm and made a 180-degree turn. “Somehow, we have to get the
key.”
CHAPTER 6
As soon as Jordan and Rosie reentered the bar, the waitress approached them to say
the lounge would be closing in fifteen minutes and they’d already missed last call.
After assuring her they would only be a few minutes, Jordan made eye contact with
Rosie and cocked her head in the direction of the far corner.
Rosie started that way, and Jordan followed. Beau and Marsha were so caught up in
an animated conversation, they didn’t even look up until the two had plopped down
in the empty chairs across from them. Casey was asleep with her head on the table
and a half-empty drink in front of her. An earth-shattering snore caused her to jerk
awake, but she quickly returned to whatever dream she was having.
Rosie reached for a cold French fry from the nearly empty basket. “So, it looks like
you two are gonna be herefor a while, right?” She pointed to the four full drinks in front of them.
Marsha laughed. “We’ve been talking about the cooking industry, and we lost track
of time. Beau thought we needed reinforcements before they cut us off.”
Cooking industry, my butt!
“It looks like you need black coffee more than reinforcements,” Jordan said, scanning
the table for Marsha’s or Casey’s purse.
Initially disappointed when she didn’t see one, she decided the women either hadn’t
brought their purses with them or had them on their laps. Either scenario was a dead
end for her plan to learn more about the conversation she’d overheard in the restroom
earlier. Then Jordan noticed Casey was using her black clutch as a pillow. Blowing
out a frustrated breath, she scolded herself for thinking the hunt for clues would
be easy.
“What brought you two back?” asked Beau, his words slurring and his glassy eyes obviously
struggling to focus.
“No reason. We—”
“We wanted one last drink,” Rosie interrupted. “Unfortunately, we’re a little too
late.”
“Here,” Beau said, sliding Casey’s drink toward Rosie. “I don’t think she’ll miss
it, do you?”
Casey chose that moment to lift her head and give them a drunken grin. It gave Jordan
just enough time to edge the clutch out and shove a few wadded-up linen napkins in
its place before the inebriated woman dropped her head back to the table.
“I was afraid the clasp might hurt her face,” she explained when both Beau and Marsha
shot her a questioning look.
Beau grinned before chugging the rest of his drink. “She wouldn’t even notice. She’s
not feeling any pain right now. Probably won’t until morning when that headache hits
like a mother.”
Nothing like the proverbial pot calling the kettle black.
Rosie cleared her throat, and Jordan looked up in time to see her point to Casey’s
purse.
Get
the key
, she mouthed.
“So, Beau, tell me about your chocolate treats. I sure would kill to have one right
now,” Rosie said, in an obvious effort to distract the couple.
“Did you know Sinfully Sweet hit the international market this year?” He stretched
across the table and slid one of Marsha’s full drinks toward Rosie, even though she
hadn’t yet
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