Bolt Saga 4 by Angel Payne

Author:Angel Payne
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781642630336
Publisher: Waterhouse Press

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Ninety minutes later, as Reece leaves the Tesla’s keys with the Hotel Brocade’s valet and starts walking me across the lobby toward the executive offices, those words keep resounding through my head.

We won’t let them win.

Sounding worse now than the first moment I went ahead and pushed the repeat button on it.

However that happens…

Sounding more stupid by the second.

However long it takes…

No. Sounding like complete lunacy.

Which, officially, must make me the world’s worst girlfriend. I mean, what woman doesn’t want her man to declare words like this? This is the stuff of dreamers and fighters and heroes. Of Braveheart and Superman and Maximus the Gladiator…

Who are all fictional.

And still ended up dead.

Meaning it’s time to dig myself out of the YouTube tunnel of despair and get back to loving my real-life dreamer fighter hero—who has, uncannily, never fit the role more than in this moment. With his hair a wind-tossed mess, his shirt and slacks casually rumpled, and his trendy glasses emphasizing the gleam in his eyes, he’s like Clark Kent checking back in at the Daily Planet as we clear the back security door into the hotel’s executive offices. One big difference, though? Nobody in this place has gotten over the bombshell Reece dropped on the world three months ago—or is ready to accept the new “reality” we’re still trying to float as fact.

Accordingly, as soon as we enter, everyone on the nightshift team seems to emerge from nowhere with giddy enthusiasm.

“Well, well, well. Lucky us. The Bolt God himself.”

Annnnd some are a bit more jubilant about it than others.

As Reece endures a hearty handshake from Wade, my onetime workmate with the grin of a Cheshire cat and the humor of a frat boy, the rest of the night crew quickly crowds in behind him.

“Mr. Richards.” Fershan, his wide eyes contrasting with his skin, doesn’t emulate the handshake. Instead, trembling in blatant hero worship, he leads each comment with a llama-like extension of his head. “It is a grand pleasure to see you again.”

“You as well, Mr. Bennett.” Reece turns, noticing the new face in our midst: an eager-eyed thing with a spray of freckles across her nose and a knowing tilt to her heart-shaped mouth. The woman is a stark contrast to my friend Neeta Jain, with whom she’s entered—though her girl-next-door vibe possesses a distinct worldliness, especially as she ogles my man.

Seriously. She’s ogling.

“Mr. Richards.” She strides forward on ankle boots that add six inches to her petite frame and extends a slender hand. “My name is April Levine. I’m Miss Crist’s replacement.” She adds, practically touching her lips like some starlet who accidentally let a nipple slip, “As the Guest Satisfaction Manager, of course.”

“Ah. Sure.” Reece is either that out of practice about picking up a woman’s innuendo or more focused on his meeting with “Sally” to care. “Nice to meet you. Welcome aboard.”

“I’ve been a big fan for a while,” she croons while they shake hands. “I read and notated the articles you

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