Soulmated by Diane Darcy

Author:Diane Darcy [Darcy, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Back at The Hemlock Hotel, they parked underneath the overhang out front. A valet quickly appeared and took the car.

“You’re awfully trusting with your Maserati, aren’t you?”

He laughed. “They all know me, and I know where they live.”

“Still, if it was me, I might just take a joyride.”

As they walked through the doors he smiled. “Would ye like to drive my car?”

“Not if you let me, but I might lift your keys one of these days. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

William was laughing as they crossed the foyer, and he took her hand once more, and for the first time it felt comfortable. Familiar.

Apparently, despite her anxiety, she’d acquired a boyfriend.

He was big, bad, and dangerous to know, but, for now, anyway, he was hers.

Once again she noticed she was the focus of curious eyes. “Is it just me, or is everyone who works here staring?”

William glanced around. “They cannae help it. They’ve known me for a long while, and this is the first time I’ve fallen for a woman.”

“I doubt that.” She refused to believe it, and refused to blush again.

“Doubt me or no’, lass, tis the truth.”

They took the now-familiar route up through the casino and up the stairs to the security office, past the wall of cameras and the desks that were now all manned, unlike the night before.

“It looks busy in here.”

As she said the words, everyone looked up.

She ignored the gazes and whispers and walked past them with her head held high, her hand still in William’s. In her job she was used to oglers and she ignored them all.

The interrogation room looked just as it had the night before, other than the presence of a voluptuous red-haired woman who instantly put Lena off. She was Lena’s opposite in every way. Lena was the slim, dark gypsy to the other woman’s petite, redheaded prom queen.

Lena claimed the chair she’d occupied the night before as the redhead jumped up and moved toward William with her hand extended.

William did not accept the other woman’s hand, and Lena felt a rush of affection for him.

“Sit down. I’ve some questions to ask. Ye are Lindsay Edgington, the maid of honor for the Cameron/Tuckerman wedding?”

Lindsay wasn’t even fazed by William’s rudeness. She took her seat again, using great care as she crossed one slim leg over the other. She presented the picture of confidence and glamour.

“I am.”

“Ye are Christina Tuckerman’s best friend?”

She chuckled. “I was, until everything came out day before yesterday.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“I’m guessing you already know.”

“Tell me, anyway.”

She took a breath, and as she released it, started swinging her leg. “Fine, here’s what happened. I slept with Creighton Cameron the night before the wedding, just before the wedding rehearsal.”

“Ye slept with him.” William emphasized the word slept as if mocking her.

She shot him an irritated glance. “We were intimate. So what?” She studied her nails as if the entire proceedings were a complete bore. “The photographer, Marcus, had a case of unfortunate timing and walked in on us.

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