Page 45 of My Beautiful Sin

“There’s nothing about it to like. But until we know who’s doing this, there’s not much we can do. Besides,” he adds, his voice turning soft, “you already know I’m dangerous. I told you as much myself.”

“And you know I get off on danger,” I retort, forcing a tease into my voice because I know he wants to lighten the mood. “But that’s not the point. What I don’t get off on is someone harassing us.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of this,” he says gently.

My thoughts go immediately to Ronan, but I hold my tongue. Devlin said last night that he talked to Ronan and all is well. And because I trust Devlin, I’m going to try to believe that.

Which, unfortunately, leaves my suspect list at exactly zero.

I frown, then turn my attention back to the question that’s really on my mind. “When will you be back? Regina said by the end of the day.”

“You talked to Reggie?”

“She’s the one who told me you were in Vegas.”

Vegas.

The word seems to stick in my head, and before he responds, I hear myself saying, “Oh.”

“What?”

“Vegas,” I say. “I think she’s familiar because of Vegas.”

“Baby, are you being intentionally cryptic or—”

“Sorry. I told you she looked familiar. Now I’m thinking maybe I’m remembering her from Vegas. Was she there when we were?”

For a moment, the line is silent.

“Devlin?”

“Sorry. Someone asked me a question. Honestly, I don’t remember. She comes here frequently. She’s on the volunteer board for the Phoenix Rehab Center. But I can’t recall if she was in town then or not.”

“I’ll ask the next time I bump into her.”

“She looks a little bit like that woman who stars in the new comedy series with the dog,” he says. “Those billboards are everywhere.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Does it really matter?”

“Not at all,” I admit. “Just one of those things that’s bugging me.”

“You know what’s bugging me?”

I grin. “Tell me.”

“Not seeing you until tomorrow.”

“So she was wrong?” I hear the disappointment in my voice and wince. I don’t want him to feel bad for having to work. “I’m sorry you’re stuck there.”

“Me too. Things are messier here than I thought. Looks like I’ll be working through the night monitoring this bullshit.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t. I’d rather talk to you. I’d rather be with you.”

“Yeah?” I add a sultry note to my voice. “What would we be doing?”