Avenger by Chris Allen

Author:Chris Allen
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9781760082666
Publisher: Pan Macmillan Australia
Published: 2015-01-22T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 34

The Rembrandt Hotel

11 Thurloe Place, London

“‘I need you?’”

Elizabeth Reigns was standing in the hall outside room 333, Morgan’s room, brandishing her cell phone, Morgan’s text message still on the screen. He was leaning against the open door, looking sheepish and deflated.

“You speak to me like I’m trash, wait until I’m almost home and then text me ‘I need you.’ What the fuck, Morgan? Have you been drinking?”

“No, of course I haven’t. I left the bar when you stormed out.”

She glowered at him.

“OK, that didn’t come out right, either. When you walked out. I left the bar when you walked out, and I came back up here. Are you going to come in?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I came back just to make sure you hadn’t done anything stupid. You look like you’re OK to me.”

Reigns stood her ground, arms crossed, sizing him up. Morgan could almost hear her foot tapping. It wasn’t but it might as well have been.

“OK, listen, you were right.”

“About what?”

“About me being a complete asshole. I’m sorry I spoke to you like that. It was fucked up and wrong and I’m sorry. I’m just not thinking straight.”

Now she was looking into his eyes. The cell phone had disappeared and her arms were uncrossed. She was softening but still not happy.

“Please come in, Beth,” said Morgan. “I promise I’ll behave.”

“If I see that look of ‘asshole’ come over you once, Morgan, just once, I’m outta here.”

Reigns walked in, kicked off her shoes, dropped her bag and phone on the floor and wandered over to the window. Morgan closed the door, followed her back into the room and sat on the end of the bed. She pushed the curtains aside and looked out across Thurloe Place to the Victoria and Albert Museum.

“It’s even more beautiful at night,” she said. “Have you ever been in there?”

“Not for a long time.”

“Some girl drag you through? I can’t imagine you going in on your own.”

“Something like that,” he said. “I take a bit of encouraging when it comes to museums and opera.”

“How did I guess?” She smiled and Morgan caught her reflection in the window. He sat studying the silhouette of her lithe body against the blaze of streetlights. Spectacular, he thought. She returned his gaze through the reflection for just a second, pulled the curtains closed again and sat down on the sofa, tucking her feet up underneath her, just as she’d done the night before.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d come back,” he said.

“I almost didn’t,” she replied. “Seriously, I’m pissed about what you said to me, but I couldn’t just leave you over here, moping.”

“I’m glad you did. I would have understood if you hadn’t, though.”

“I meant what I said, Morgan,” she replied. “So, I hope you’re not expecting me to be all ‘Oh, poor baby, I didn’t mean it,’ because I won’t be. I meant it and you needed to hear it.”

Morgan just nodded, walked across the room and put the kettle on.

“Jesus! Are you making tea? It’s, like, ten pm.

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