Sweet Devil by Lois Greiman

Author:Lois Greiman [Greiman, Lois]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Military, Suspense, Contemporary, Crime
ISBN: 9781943772988
Google: 8044DwAAQBAJ
Publisher: NYLA
Published: 2017-10-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Leaving her to rest on a padded chair, Shep approached the front desk. For a moment, a whole second in time, he debated renting two rooms. But she was so sad, so alone, so vulnerable. It would be caddish of him to leave her unprotected. So instead, he inquired once again about any sightings of Sofia, paid, and clutched the keycard in his hand before returning to her side.

“Ya okay?” he asked.

“Sí. Of course,” she said and rose to her feet. Her eyes were awash, her expression a confusing meld of pride and embarrassment. Tears, it seemed, were not something she wished to share…at least not with him. He had no idea why that made him both angry and disappointed.

“Come on,” he said and was mildly surprised when she followed him. Odd, he thought. It wasn’t as if other women had refused to accompany him in similar situations. But none of them had been Carlotta Elaina Perdilla-Osorio.

He stopped at the appropriate door, sliced the card through the reader, and followed her inside.

She turned to face him, brows rising. “What you do?” she asked. “You do not think to stay here in this room.”

He managed to waylay the weird-ass pleas that threatened to escape his lips and cracked up a grin instead. “Would ya believe me if I said there was only one room available?”

“I think not.”

“How about if I said I could only afford one.”

“So you are not truly Americano?”

He laughed at her continuing misconception of his countrymen’s wealth.

“Well?” she asked.

“I’m as American as chicken-fried steak,” he admitted.

“Chicken fried…” she began quizzically but lifted a hand as if unwilling to be sidetracked. “The point is this…you have the money for another room.”

“I suppose,” he admitted. “But leavin’ you alone don’t seem right.”

“Truly?” He didn’t think her brows could get any higher.

“I’m just tryin’ to keep ya safe.”

“This is the reason you are in my room?”

“Why else?”

She turned and walked away. But in truth, Carlotta Osorio never walked when she could sashay, never simply glanced over her shoulder when she could peer through the flowing waterfall of her hair with those dark-magic eyes—as she did now.

“Why else?” he asked again, but it was all he could do to keep his gaze from slipping down her body, over those goddess shoulders, those far-superior-to-earlobe breasts.

She studied him in silence and oddly, he couldn’t quite hold her gaze. “Ya don’t think I’d try to take advantage of the situation do ya?”

She snorted. “You will sleep on the floor.”

“On the…” He glanced at it. It was ceramic tile. The whole thing. As unforgiving as a bed of nails.

“On the floor,” she repeated, “or in the hall.”

“You’re tough.”

“What did you think?” she asked and raised her haughty chin an extra notch. “That I was easy? That I was the puta?”

“Nope. Always assumed ya was tough as a grizzly and pure as the driven snow.”

She narrowed her eyes at him then shook her head. “You lie,” she said and tossed her all-encompassing bag onto a nearby chair.

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