If James knew me in that, he was a psychic. I came out of the bathroom to find Coop at the window with the binoculars. He was staring at their room. He put the binoculars down and looked back like he was about to yell at me to hurry up. When he saw me, he stopped, "Fuck!"
I laughed, "I know."
He shook his head, "It's crazy, you look so different." His eyes roamed up and down my body. He was stunned. I was angry. He seemed more interested suddenly, when I no longer looked like me.
But even my libido was annoyed with him so I ignored his roving eye.
He called them as we walked from the room, "Leaving now. Be there in an hour. Be ready."
In the elevator, he didn’t try anything. He stood there, silent and evil. I wasn’t sure what I had done to deserve his wrath, but I had already been married. I had done my time with a crotchety bastard so I chose to ignore him.
We got into a cab. He seemed oblivious to all of the people staring at me until we were in the car, "Safe to say, this was a bad idea."
I frowned, "What?"
He nodded at me, "You are getting more attention than a supermodel, not exactly the incognito I imagined."
I laughed, "Now you know what it's like being with you all the time. Every woman in the room gawking and wondering how on earth I landed such a handsome young man."
He chuckled, "Kim, my precious bride, it is you that is the beautiful one in this relationship."
I shoved him, "Fuck you, Jon."
He laughed harder, but I shook my head at him and looked out the window, muttering, "Your mood swings are unbearable."
I laughed, “Pots and kettles, asshole.”
Chapter Seven
Jon the John
The hotel was magnificent. It was the sort of place people got married at or had massive conventions at. The fountain in the front was nicer than any I had ever seen. It was just as stunning and sparkling at every angle. Beautiful people of all shapes and sizes entered, wearing tuxes and wraps and gowns. Everyone was draped in designer garb and glittering from head to toe. I felt like I was at the Oscars.
Coop took my hand in his. He pulled a pair of tickets from his jacket and pulled me across the plaza to the entrance. He handed the tickets to two men who ushered us inside.
The sign was in Italian, leaving me still confused.
"Why are we here?"
He nodded as we entered a massive ballroom filled with tables and decorations and God knew what else.
"It's a casino charity event. Nights of Monte Carlo, to be exact."
The room was almost spinning, it buzzed so hard with life and excitement.
"And again, why are we here?"
He turned to face me, "We are going to do a little gambling."
I swallowed hard, "What?"
He nodded, "Jack has four people from the list living here in Rome. I think it's a pretty safe guess that the people on the list would be working together to get the Burrow. No coincidence that James and his men are in Rome if four people from the list live here. They'll betray each other later, but for now, they just need to find it. I am going to try to gamble with the one we think is the most obvious."
I instantly started to sweat, "Do you think James is in this room? Or Servario?"
He sighed, "This is why I didn’t want to tell you. Do you want to find Servario? ’Cause I couldn't give a shit about finding him. I'm doing this for you. If you're going to be a baby about it, I'm going back to the States to hide out in Smallville, Montana. Servario and James and all of them can kill each other off and you and I can get back to relaxing around the fire and fighting the awkward attraction we have for one another."
He was doing it for me? Why? I pushed away the way those words made me feel and gave him my usual response. I looked around the room, nodding, "Not going to happen. You and your emotional-wall building need to take a hike. So you want me to be the stupid blonde you bring with you everywhere?"
He started to laugh, "Exactly. Bond, baby. Bond and the blonde. I am a rich young man, you are the pretty girl I
I laughed, "I know."
He shook his head, "It's crazy, you look so different." His eyes roamed up and down my body. He was stunned. I was angry. He seemed more interested suddenly, when I no longer looked like me.
But even my libido was annoyed with him so I ignored his roving eye.
He called them as we walked from the room, "Leaving now. Be there in an hour. Be ready."
In the elevator, he didn’t try anything. He stood there, silent and evil. I wasn’t sure what I had done to deserve his wrath, but I had already been married. I had done my time with a crotchety bastard so I chose to ignore him.
We got into a cab. He seemed oblivious to all of the people staring at me until we were in the car, "Safe to say, this was a bad idea."
I frowned, "What?"
He nodded at me, "You are getting more attention than a supermodel, not exactly the incognito I imagined."
I laughed, "Now you know what it's like being with you all the time. Every woman in the room gawking and wondering how on earth I landed such a handsome young man."
He chuckled, "Kim, my precious bride, it is you that is the beautiful one in this relationship."
I shoved him, "Fuck you, Jon."
He laughed harder, but I shook my head at him and looked out the window, muttering, "Your mood swings are unbearable."
I laughed, “Pots and kettles, asshole.”
Chapter Seven
Jon the John
The hotel was magnificent. It was the sort of place people got married at or had massive conventions at. The fountain in the front was nicer than any I had ever seen. It was just as stunning and sparkling at every angle. Beautiful people of all shapes and sizes entered, wearing tuxes and wraps and gowns. Everyone was draped in designer garb and glittering from head to toe. I felt like I was at the Oscars.
Coop took my hand in his. He pulled a pair of tickets from his jacket and pulled me across the plaza to the entrance. He handed the tickets to two men who ushered us inside.
The sign was in Italian, leaving me still confused.
"Why are we here?"
He nodded as we entered a massive ballroom filled with tables and decorations and God knew what else.
"It's a casino charity event. Nights of Monte Carlo, to be exact."
The room was almost spinning, it buzzed so hard with life and excitement.
"And again, why are we here?"
He turned to face me, "We are going to do a little gambling."
I swallowed hard, "What?"
He nodded, "Jack has four people from the list living here in Rome. I think it's a pretty safe guess that the people on the list would be working together to get the Burrow. No coincidence that James and his men are in Rome if four people from the list live here. They'll betray each other later, but for now, they just need to find it. I am going to try to gamble with the one we think is the most obvious."
I instantly started to sweat, "Do you think James is in this room? Or Servario?"
He sighed, "This is why I didn’t want to tell you. Do you want to find Servario? ’Cause I couldn't give a shit about finding him. I'm doing this for you. If you're going to be a baby about it, I'm going back to the States to hide out in Smallville, Montana. Servario and James and all of them can kill each other off and you and I can get back to relaxing around the fire and fighting the awkward attraction we have for one another."
He was doing it for me? Why? I pushed away the way those words made me feel and gave him my usual response. I looked around the room, nodding, "Not going to happen. You and your emotional-wall building need to take a hike. So you want me to be the stupid blonde you bring with you everywhere?"
He started to laugh, "Exactly. Bond, baby. Bond and the blonde. I am a rich young man, you are the pretty girl I
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