A car engine rumbled out front, and I tensed.
“It’s okay,” he said. “No one can get on the grounds here without passing through security. It’s my buddy, Rafe. He drove your car over.”
“Oh.”
I followed Cole outside. My beaten-up, silver Ford Fiesta sat in Cole’s driveway. She had a lot of miles on her, and a few dings that were there when I bought her, but she got me where I needed to go.
The driver’s side door opened and a man sliced out.
A very handsome man.
He had a hell of a face with a square jaw, high cheekbones, and blue eyes shades lighter than Cole’s. This guy could model expensive suits or cologne. His hair was brown, streaked with some blond strands, and well-cut. He wore tailored suit pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. An expensive watchgraced his wrist. I expected him to open his mouth and ask for a martini.
“You must be Lili.” He had a sexy voice, and an even sexier British accent. I managed not to swoon. Despite the good looks, and a shirt that fit him like a glove, I found I liked Cole’s ruggedness more.
I nodded.
“I’m Rafe Archer, Cole’s best-looking friend.”
“Most annoying,” Cole muttered.
I bit back a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Rafe just smiled wider. “Darling Lili, your car is a piece of shit.”
That startled a laugh out of me.
“Ignore him,” Cole said. “He drives an Aston Martin and thinks anything else is a piece of shit.”
Rafe looked offended. “That’s not true. I’ll drive something Italian-made if I have to.”
Cole snorted.
“I know my car is a piece of shit, Rafe, but it was all I could afford. Thanks for bringing it.”
I saw the men trade a look I couldn’t quite read.
“I do believe it needs a service,” Rafe said.
“I’ll take care of it,” Cole said.
I whipped around. “No, you’ve done enough.”
He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Don’t worry about it.”
“By the way,” Rafe said. “Nash said to tell you still no sign of the woman you’re looking for, but his team is working on it.”
My good mood faded.
“He’s got eyes on Goodyear. Apparently, he’s at some big party tonight at the Bellagio with his family. Looks like he’s thinking of making a run for governor.”
I suddenly felt sick.
“Thanks for bringing the car, Rafe.” Cole took my elbow. “Come on, sunshine.”
Back inside, I tried to stop thinking about Goodyear, but thoughts kept churning in my head.
“I’m going to cook us some dinner.”
