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“Well, I need to go find Rail,” I threw back over my shoulder.
“Remember what I said, Kenna.” Grim’s bossy tone found me. “Orders are orders.”
Yeah, yeah. I called Hanna, but it went straight to voicemail.
Grim
I leaned back in the limo where only moments ago I had lost it with Kenna. She wasn’t like any other woman I’d been with. Most thought they liked to be manhandled, until they didn’t. Kenna had a fire in her that pissed me off to no end but drew me to her at the same time. It was maddening. I fucking hated it.
I strummed the fingers that had just been in her against the seat and closed my eyes, remembering how she felt, how she smelled. And the fact she got off on the idea of me shooting Sonny. You had to be a jacked-up individual to be turned on by those things. I knew because I was one of them.
My mind bounced from being sexually charged to incredibly pissed. I thought about what could have happened with that idiot. How could she be so fucking blind! Then the memory of my tongue on Kenna’s slender neck made my insides twitch. My mouth nearly watered at how she tasted. Her breasts in my face took all my control not to lose it. Christ, they were sexy.
I adjusted my pants. My erection was on full alert as it wondered why in the hell it hadn’t gotten the attention it deserved.
I ran a hand through my hair, patted my erection in sympathy, and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and circled my shoulders as I tried to shake it off.
The limo pulled up to the curb in front of Secrets, and Cartwright let out a hiss between his teeth. He looked around then got out and came around to my door.
“What’s wrong?” I could feel his nerves. “Do you see something?”
“No, just the opposite.” His eyes narrowed. “Not enough movement.”
I pushed Kenna out of my head and focused on my surroundings. I hired people for a reason and knew better than to ignore Cartwright. “If you see anything.”
“Understood, boss.” He closed the door behind me and waited for Jesse to join me, then he got back into the driver’s seat.
“Where are they?”
“That’s the problem, boss.” Jesse waved for me to head inside. “They aren’t here.”
As soon as we stepped into the unfinished lobby, the foreman rushed over as he ended a phone call.
“Good evening, Mr. Gates.” He extended his hand, but I gave him a hard look, and he tucked it behind his back. “I have no idea why my men aren’t here, but I just located them. They’re at the Venetian on a different job. I don’t understand how this happened.” He looked like he might pass out.
“Call them. Get them here. Now!” Jesse’s face went red as he yelled at the guy. My temper flared along with his. This was unacceptable.
“I did. I called my boss, then my boss’s boss, but it seems someone overrode your instructions.” His voice cracked at the end. I tucked one hand in my pants pocket to keep from strangling him and rubbed my chin instead as I stepped forward. The gap between me and the man who was now costing me thousands of dollars by the minute closed.
“Who?”
“I don’t know. I just got off the phone with the engineer,” his face gleamed with sweat, “and he had no idea either. No one can tell me.”
“Grim,” Jesse pulled my attention and whispered in my ear, “any chance this could be Sonny?”
I saw red.
“Give me the names of the men you spoke to.” The guy prattled off the information as I nodded at Jesse. He knew what to do.
* * *
“Potatoes?” Laura handed me the dish of mashed potatoes.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I smiled at the oldest boy who was eyeing my Audemars Piguet watch.
“There’s no numbers.” He scrunched up his nose. “How do you tell the time?”
“You know how a watch looks with the numbers one to twelve around in a circle?” I pointed to the face of the watch. “Well, each one of those little lines represents those numbers. Everything is the same. It’s just with lines in place of the numbers.”
