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still nothing.
    Frowning, she approached the registration desk.
    “Excuse me,” she said. “I’m staying on the 35th floor but the elevator doesn’t seem to be working.”
    The maroon-coated employee eyed her up and down. “Thirty-fifth floor? That’s Mr. Wake’s suite.”
    Megan nodded. “Yes. I’m his fiancée.”
    “Oh? Just run your room key through the slot, then press UP.”
    “But I—” Megan stopped herself. She was supposed to be a rich man’s fiancée, soon to be bride. She pulled herself up to her full height of five-eleven. “I seem to have left my room key behind. Would you mind?”
    “One moment.” Maroon Coat was still not convinced, but looked more helpful. He picked up the phone and after a moment, spoke. “Mr. Wake? There’s a young woman down here who claims to be your fiancée. She says—. Oh, I see. Yes, sir, I’ll send her right up.” He put the phone down and almost bowed as he spoke to Megan. “Right this way, ma’am.”
    Megan tossed her hair, suppressed a smile, and followed him to the elevator. He slid a key card, then handed it to her before the doors closed. After they slid shut, Megan laughed out loud.
    When the doors opened again, her laughter died on her lips.
    Kevin Wake was furious.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! I was worried sick!”
    Megan clutched her purse against her chest. “I’m fine. I went for a walk. I left a note.”
    “Where?!” He spread his arms and turned at the waist to indicate no note in his general vicinity.
    Megan pointed at the bar, irritation sharpening her tone. “Did you look on the bar? Where the paper and pens happen to be?”
    Kevin put his hands on his hips. “I hadn’t gotten that far yet. Did anybody see you? What am I saying? The whole freaking world saw you!”
    Megan turned a hand over. “You didn’t say anything about staying invisible. Besides, so what if people saw me? They don’t know who I am! They don’t know why I’m here. What’s the problem?”
    Jeffrey Wong stood up from the sofa and a room service tray covered with croissants and coffee cups and two carafes.
    “He was worried that one of his father’s spies might have seen you.”
    Kevin shot Jeffrey a warning look, and Jeff put his chauffeur’s cap on and saluted.
    Megan laughed.
    Kevin snorted.
    Megan said, “You are really quite attractive when you’re angry. But if you do this often, I may think twice about signing that prenup.”
    Kevin took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “This is too big a deal to take chances that my old man might have people keeping an eye on me, and that includes you now as well.”
    Megan moved coolly past him and into the big room. As if he had asked about her well being, she said, “I’m doing much better, thank you. The walk in the fresh air did me a lot of good. And I was not approached by anyone.”
    “Not followed?”
    Megan tossed her bag on the sofa and turned her hands out in a question. “I was supposed to be on the lookout for someone following me? You need to communicate more fully, Mr. Wake. Oh, sorry, fiancé Kevin. Anything else I should know? Do you have an old girlfriend who might be pissed off because I’m marrying you? Do you owe money to the Mafia? Are you in the Witness Protection program?”
    “Very funny,” said Kevin, mollified.
    “No, seriously. You are the most paranoid person I ever met. Should I be giving you back your thousand dollars and getting out while the getting is good?”
    “No, please. Stay,” said Kevin. “You’re right. I am paranoid. I just lost it when I couldn’t find you this morning.”
    “You were asleep when I left. Do we need to write that into the agreement? Me telling you my every move? If that’s part of the job, I’ll do what I have to do.”
    A cell phone rang.
    Megan said, “Don’t look at me. No phone, remember?”
    “Not mine either,” said Kevin.
    Jeffrey patted his pockets. “Sorry, it’s me. Excuse me, Mr. Wake. I have to take this