Guarding Candy Kane by V. B. Tenery

Author:V. B. Tenery [Tenery, V. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-14T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Trump International Hotel

New York, NY

S

ean asked Hilda to order dinner in her suite that evening. Keeping Candace out of the public eye would help insure her safety. He wasn’t taking any chances. Even though the supposed assassin was in jail, there could be others.

At 7:00 p.m. a server rolled in a cart and set china and glassware on the table. “I’ll serve you, ma’am, whenever you’re ready.”

The four travelers took their seats and the waiter dished up a five-course seafood banquet, including cheesecake with strawberries for dessert. Some of the best cheesecake in the world was in New York City.

Over the cheesecake and coffee, Sean asked Hilda, “Can you schedule the meetings tomorrow here at the hotel? It will be safer than going into a possibly hostile environment at Kane Industries.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll text Earnest to come at 1:00 p.m. and the other three every thirty minutes after that.”

When they’d firmed up the details for the next day, Sean strolled over to say goodnight to Candace. She stood at the windows, looking down on the fairy-tale scene of Christmas lights and falling snow on the streets below. He touched her arm. “I’ll see you at breakfast in the morning.”

She drew her gaze away from the city lights and a quirky smile formed on her lips. “I couldn’t entice you to take me dancing, could I? I saw on the hotel brochure there’s a bar in the lobby with a small dance floor. I need to let off some steam. Do you dance?”

He grinned. “I taught Patrick Swayze everything he knew about dancing.”

She laughed. “Is that so? I just had a mental flash of Jennifer Grey jumping off a stage into your arms. Unfortunately for Jennifer, you dropped her.”

He chuckled. “You don’t plan on jumping off a platform at me, do you? I can handle a slow foxtrot, rumba, and swing if pressed. But no stage jumping.”

She slipped her arm through his and wrinkled her nose at him. “Come on, twinkle toes. I’ll try to restrain myself.”

He stopped and told Frank they would be back in a couple of hours, left the suite, and stepped into the elevator.

For a Friday night, the club was nearly empty. The snow probably kept revelers away. That suited Sean just fine.

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