held up a hand. “No offense, Catherine, but you don’t have a gun and I can move faster if I’m on my own.”
She knew that was true. It frustrated her to agree to stay behind, but she acquiesced with a nod and a kiss. He blurred, increasing his speed to a point where the human eye could not detect his presence. No one would even realize he’d left their room. Her own parents had altered his DNA to the point where he was something new and different, a human-beast hybrid whose chemistry and physiology would fascinate a company like the one Ravi Suresh worked for. They’d have to be careful around him if he remained in Heather’s life.
I hope Heather kicked him to the curb. I don’t trust him.
She got out her sexy sheer nightgown, then shook her head. How many times had she gone to the scene of a B&E and the victims had told them how violated they’d felt? She couldn’t put this nightgown on now. Besides, Vincent had already seen it. Lucky thing she had lots more sexy lingerie for the cruise.
As a cop, she was lunging at the leash to find the perps and arrest them. But as a brand new wife, she wanted to end this night on a much higher note. Maybe the hotel gift shop was still open. Finding a replacement nightgown would give her something to do, at least, and maybe the thieves had attempted to rob the shop as well. She might be able to get some information from the clerk.
She called their credit card companies and put alerts on their cards. Then she made sure she had the room key and scrawled a message to Vincent on the hotel notepad. She placed it beside the nightstand and this time she took her phone. She thought about calling Tess but just as quickly nixed the impulse. Tess was not expecting her to stay in touch. Tess and JT had given Vincent and Cat express orders not to include them on their honeymoon. It was for the two of them, not the four—or the five, if you included Heather. They weren’t supposed to include anyone.
“So, Tess,” Cat said to the phone without placing the call. “We’re having a pretty crazy first night.”
* * *
All Cat found in the gift shop was a pricey gold lamé bikini, which she decided to buy because never in a million years would Vincent expect her to own one, and it was Just. So. Hollywood.
“Did you hear about the burglaries?” she asked the clerk as she verified the purchase because of the fraud alert. “My husband and I had our room broken into.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “And you’re the honeymooners,” she said. “I’m so sorry.” She leaned forward. “Mitchell Samosa’s room was hit. You know, the actor.”
Cat knew who he was—a really hot young star. He’d also just gotten married. In fact, he’d been married less time than Vincent and her.
“Was he here on a delayed honeymoon too?” she asked the clerk.
The woman leaned forward even closer. She looked left, then right. “No,” she said in an undervoice. “But he wasn’t here by himself.” Cat stared at her. “Makeup girl,” she whispered.
Cat was scandalized. The woman nodded, pleased to have made an impression.
“Do you think this might have been a retaliatory act?” Cat asked. The woman frowned, not following. “Do you think someone was trying to publicize his indiscretion? Tossing his room, getting it into the news that he was here with someone besides his wife?”
“That might be,” the clerk said, thinking it through. “But George the security guard told me that nothing was taken. It would have been stickier if something had been. Insurance report, police. But nothing. We already put the two of them in cabs and sent them on their way. Two different ways. So much for that. ”
Cat nodded. In a perverse way, she felt a little better that her own stuff had been overlooked.
“Don’t tell anyone I told you about it,” the clerk requested. “I’d lose my job. So would George.”
“No worries.” Cat smiled. “Your secret is safe with me.”
As she left the
She knew that was true. It frustrated her to agree to stay behind, but she acquiesced with a nod and a kiss. He blurred, increasing his speed to a point where the human eye could not detect his presence. No one would even realize he’d left their room. Her own parents had altered his DNA to the point where he was something new and different, a human-beast hybrid whose chemistry and physiology would fascinate a company like the one Ravi Suresh worked for. They’d have to be careful around him if he remained in Heather’s life.
I hope Heather kicked him to the curb. I don’t trust him.
She got out her sexy sheer nightgown, then shook her head. How many times had she gone to the scene of a B&E and the victims had told them how violated they’d felt? She couldn’t put this nightgown on now. Besides, Vincent had already seen it. Lucky thing she had lots more sexy lingerie for the cruise.
As a cop, she was lunging at the leash to find the perps and arrest them. But as a brand new wife, she wanted to end this night on a much higher note. Maybe the hotel gift shop was still open. Finding a replacement nightgown would give her something to do, at least, and maybe the thieves had attempted to rob the shop as well. She might be able to get some information from the clerk.
She called their credit card companies and put alerts on their cards. Then she made sure she had the room key and scrawled a message to Vincent on the hotel notepad. She placed it beside the nightstand and this time she took her phone. She thought about calling Tess but just as quickly nixed the impulse. Tess was not expecting her to stay in touch. Tess and JT had given Vincent and Cat express orders not to include them on their honeymoon. It was for the two of them, not the four—or the five, if you included Heather. They weren’t supposed to include anyone.
“So, Tess,” Cat said to the phone without placing the call. “We’re having a pretty crazy first night.”
* * *
All Cat found in the gift shop was a pricey gold lamé bikini, which she decided to buy because never in a million years would Vincent expect her to own one, and it was Just. So. Hollywood.
“Did you hear about the burglaries?” she asked the clerk as she verified the purchase because of the fraud alert. “My husband and I had our room broken into.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “And you’re the honeymooners,” she said. “I’m so sorry.” She leaned forward. “Mitchell Samosa’s room was hit. You know, the actor.”
Cat knew who he was—a really hot young star. He’d also just gotten married. In fact, he’d been married less time than Vincent and her.
“Was he here on a delayed honeymoon too?” she asked the clerk.
The woman leaned forward even closer. She looked left, then right. “No,” she said in an undervoice. “But he wasn’t here by himself.” Cat stared at her. “Makeup girl,” she whispered.
Cat was scandalized. The woman nodded, pleased to have made an impression.
“Do you think this might have been a retaliatory act?” Cat asked. The woman frowned, not following. “Do you think someone was trying to publicize his indiscretion? Tossing his room, getting it into the news that he was here with someone besides his wife?”
“That might be,” the clerk said, thinking it through. “But George the security guard told me that nothing was taken. It would have been stickier if something had been. Insurance report, police. But nothing. We already put the two of them in cabs and sent them on their way. Two different ways. So much for that. ”
Cat nodded. In a perverse way, she felt a little better that her own stuff had been overlooked.
“Don’t tell anyone I told you about it,” the clerk requested. “I’d lose my job. So would George.”
“No worries.” Cat smiled. “Your secret is safe with me.”
As she left the
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