Page 25 of The Rented Bride

“Of course not,” he snapped. “I planned to take my future bride to bed to celebrate our upcoming nuptials. But that was before I realized she was after more than my cock.”

She slapped him.

He stared at her for a long moment, then said to Henry, “Please have Meg make a reservation for Ms. Fremont at the Vail Regency Inn for the night. They can send me the bill.”

“I don’t need your help in getting a place for the night,” Lindsey shot back.

He shrugged. “It’s up to you. But you might be staying at the Holiday Inn without a reservation.”

“That would be better than taking anything from you.”

“A car, then,” he said.

“I will get your coat, ma’am,” Henry said, and he disappeared down the short hallway toward the coat closet.

“You’re making a big mistake,” Lindsey said.

“I’m correcting a big mistake,” Trent replied.

“You’re going to wake up tomorrow morning very sorry for this.”

He snorted. “I can’t imagine how that would be possible.”

Henry returned with a calf length mink and held it out for her.

She stuffed her arms into the sleeves, then pulled her hair free of the coat.

“If you’ll come this way, ma’am,” Henry said. “The car is ready. Sam will drive you to your destination. Just let him know where you want to go.”

She narrowed her eyes and shot Trent a dagger-filled look. With a huff, she turned as Henry opened the door. Lindsey hesitated, then straightened her back and walked out the door to the car. Sam waited with the back door open.

“Whose idea was it to have a car ready in case someone needed a ride home?” Trent asked. He needed to thank them personally.

“Ms. Adams,” Henry replied.

He had to admit she knew how to throw a party. “Thanks, Henry.”

“My pleasure, sir.”

Trent headed upstairs and reached his grandfather’s room to find Celina standing outside the room. He recognized the worry in her furrowed brow.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded, as he reached for the doorknob.

Celina grasped his arm. “He’s okay, but he had a little episode.”

“Episode?”

“Annie is with him,” Celina said. “She called Dr. Miller.”

“Rebecca?” he blurted. Fear slammed into him. How bad was it that his private nurse had to call in a specialist?

“Annie wants us to wait out here,” Celina said.

Like hell he’d wait in the hallway while his grandfather—Trent shoved the door open, then stopped cold at sight of his grandfather in bed, his tie off, shirt open, and Annie listening to his heart with a stethoscope.

She looked sharply in his direction. “You never were very good at taking orders, Trent.”

“You’ve been here long enough to know that. What happened?”