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“Those are the only clothes I’ve ever seen him dressed in.”
She went in the living room and sat on one of the plush couches, grabbing a pillow to her stomach. The sheik lived well. Or, she supposed, now Pete did.
When Grange and Pete came back out, she had to stifle a laugh. He and Pete could be brothers, both in khaki pants, sandals and wildly colored flowery print shirts.
Grange’s mouth was twisted as if he were in pain.
“You’ll definitely blend in now,” Jed said, doing his best to hide a smirk.
Grange shot Jed a death glare. “If you laugh, I’ll make it hurt later.”
Jed raised his hands. “I’m just saying you’re appropriately dressed, General.”
“This is the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever worn,” Grange mumbled.
Pete rolled his eyes and cast a look toward Elena and Jed. “It lacks a sufficient amount of starch for his liking.”
Elena snickered.
“We’re out of here. We’ll report in when we have something,” Grange said. “Elena, there are clothes for you in the bedroom down the hall. Jed can show you. Take a shower, a nap, whatever you need to do to feel comfortable.”
“Good luck,” Elena said.
Within a few moments she heard the sound of the helicopter. Her stomach tightened and her lighthearted mood fled.
She was alone—she supposed she was alone, since she had yet to see anyone else wandering the house—with Jed now. She caught him out of the corner of her eye, leaning against one of the stone pillars in the oversized room.
“Hopefully they’ll find a lead.”
She nodded.
“Grange is the best at what he does. He’ll find your mom.”
She didn’t answer.
“Elena, I’m sorry I couldn’t have been honest with you. I was doing my job.”
She shot him a look. “So when you were doing me, you were doing your job?”
His brow furrowed. “You know it wasn’t like that.”
“Do I?”
She shot off the couch and started to walk away, then stopped, realizing she had no idea where to go. This wasn’t her house. So far she’d been outside and in the kitchen. She knew the path to the helipad. Other than that—clueless.
There was no place to run, but she’d be damned if she’d stay here like a trapped animal and make small talk with Jed or listen to his lies.
“Where’s my room?”
He lifted his arm and pointed. “Down that hallway. Third door on the left.”
She started in that direction.
“Elena.”
She paused. “What?”
“At some point you’re going to have to talk to me.”
