southern hottie had slipped into her coffee.
Finally, Roger broke away from the group and came over to her. His brow furrowed, he reached out to grab her hands. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. I’m good.”
He frowned deeper. “I don’t know how you can be.”
“One of the hard bodies over there put whisky in my coffee to calm me down. Where did you find these guys, anyway? The local male strip club?”
Roger’s brows rose. “No. I told you, they’re from a security company that was very highly recommended to me.”
“I think they’re clones.”
“Why is that?”
“Look at them. Have you ever seen a group of men all in such good shape?”
“Yes.” Roger smiled. “You should come to my gym. Why do you think I belong there? It’s certainly not for the cardio class.”
“So you think they’re all gym rats?”
“Mm, no. We’re very near Virginia Beach.”
“So?”
“So, there are naval bases all around here. My guess is they’re all former Navy.”
Sierra wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like that one white uniform sailors wear. It’s the same outfit every mother of a three year old boy puts them in for pictures.”
“Here’s a little tip for you, sweetie. The uniform comes off.” Roger focused his attention on the group of possibly former military bruisers across the room, proof of his admiration of the breed.
She eyed Roger. “You got a thing for sailors, do you?”
“Actually, he was a Marine but yeah, there’s definitely something to be said for a man in uniform.”
“And out of uniform?” Sierra suggested.
“Amen, sister.” Roger grinned and then sobered as he turned back toward her. “But seriously, Sierra, you’re too calm considering everything. They found a camera in your bathroom. Are you sure you’re okay?”
No, not really.
“I just need to get to work and put it out of my mind.”
She was scared. She was pissed. Knowing someone was watching her made her feel completely violated. But the fact that the camera was down now and in the hands of her watchdogs where it couldn’t spy on her anymore helped.
That she’d be moving to a different hotel that would be checked out inch by inch by her super soldiers helped too.
Once she was on the lot, immersed in the life of her character and not her own, she’d be fine.
“You’re probably right. Keeping busy will be better than sitting and obsessing over it.” Roger evaluated her for a moment before nodding. “All right. I’ll let you go to the lot.”
Sierra widened her eyes. “Excuse me? You’ll let me ?”
Roger’s lips twitched. “That’s right. You pay me to tell you what to do, remember?”
“Yes. You make it hard to forget.” She shot him an unhappy glance.
“Good.” Roger looked much too satisfied with her acquiescence.
She didn’t have time to discuss Roger or his acting like he was in charge. Rick and the dark-haired man who was his boss, broke from the group and came towards Sierra.
When he was right in front of her, Rick’s blue-eyed gaze pinned Sierra, as if evaluating her. “You doing all right?”
Frustrated, she let out a huff of breath. “Yes. Everyone needs to stop asking me that question and instead work on catching this crazy person!”
“We’re working on it. I’m meeting with hotel security today.” The guy standing next to Rick—Jon, if she remembered correctly—joined the conversation.
“I thought you’re moving me out of this hotel.” She heard how high her tone rose as the panic filled her. There was no way she could sleep here tonight.
“We are moving you, and believe me that hotel will be vetted from the housekeeping staff to the security protocols and the premises thoroughly swept before we move you in. I’ve already called the police officer in charge of your case and he’ll be meeting with us as well. But we also have to get to the bottom of how someone gained access to your suite in this hotel.”
Even though she wanted to hate
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