Beach House No. 9 by Christie Ridgway

Author:Christie Ridgway [Ridgway, Christie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin HQN
Published: 2013-02-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

SIPPING AT ROOM service coffee, Griffin listened to the sound of the shower and calculated how long before he’d be back to real life—his other real life—in Beach House No. 9. If Jane didn’t stop to dry her hair and he put her own caffeine in a to-go cup, they could be in secure environs in approximately seventy minutes, he guessed.

He couldn’t get out of the hotel suite soon enough.

His glance caught on the tumbled pair of sandals he’d slipped off Jane the night before. Pooled just a few inches away was the silky fabric of her dress. From there it was just another heartbeat before a memory of those ribbon-and-wishes panties made his palms itch.

“God,” he murmured to himself, then strode over to the discarded articles and snatched them off the floor. The shoes he placed on a small table beside the door leading to the bedroom. The dress didn’t cooperate as well, but he managed to fold it into a slithery bundle that he balanced on top of the sandals. “All tidied up,” he told himself.

Could it be that easy?

We’ve escaped, just for the night. A single night, she’d said. Now that it was morning, could they return to their previous relationship? Which was no relationship at all, he hurriedly assured himself.

There was a knock on the suite’s outer door.

On the other side, he discovered, stood his agent, Frank De Luca. The man was dressed in a coat and tie and carried a supersize manila envelope that rivaled his belly in the bulging department.

“Uh, hey,” Griffin said and had a sudden image of Jane walking out of the bedroom clad only in a towel, or maybe even less. With a glance over his shoulder, he stepped to block the gap in the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I got a text this morning,” Frank replied, his gray brows beetling over his pudgy boxer’s nose. He was half Irish and half Italian, which made him a perfect advocate for his clients. He loved to fight. “From Janie.”

“Janie? You call her Janie?” Ian Stone had called her Janie.

The other man waved a hand. “I’ve known her since she was a kid. Her dad was a client of mine at one time. Aren’t you going to let me in?”

Letting Frank in could complicate matters. And also postpone Griffin’s return to the cove. He glanced at the envelope. “If that’s for her, you can hand it over and be on your way. I’ll make sure she gets it.”

“This is yours,” Frank said. “And I’m here to talk with you too.”

What could he do but open the door? “I thought you said Jane sent you a text,” he muttered as the other man passed him on his way inside.

“To say she was sorry she missed me last night. But when I found out you were both still in town, I decided to drop by.”

“Wonderful. Terrific. Always a pleasure,” Griffin lied. Thank God he’d picked up Jane’s fallen clothes. He wouldn’t

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