Page 98 of Cozen

Her hand slipped into his pocket as he grinned at her, clearly enjoying the fact she had brought him closer, and she made quick work of sliding his phone from his pocket. A phone he rarely let out of his sights, as far as she had noticed. It was always ringing, too. He would likely be in a terrible fit should he … lose it for a while.

Jett turned them quickly to face one another as they strolled into the library, and Cozen hid his phone at her back when he grabbed her face in his hands. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

Please don’t ring yet, she silently begged the phone.

“I think you did,” she replied sweetly.

“Shame. You should be told more often.” Jett reached over her shoulder, and pressed his palm against one of the bookshelves. “Now, here’s an interesting secret for you about this library.”

Cozen deftly slipped his phone into the pocket of her dress when she turned at his urging to find the large bookshelf had opened up to reveal a staircase behind it. “And where does that lead to?”

“My private quarters ups—”

“Mr. Griffin,” came the nasally voice of one of the maids, “Jones wanted me to let you know that a call came into the landline.”

Jett barely even looked over his shoulder at the woman when he replied, “Have him put it through to my cell.”

Cozen stiffened.

Shit.

Then, Jett patted at his pocket when the maid left, but his gaze narrowed. Cozen kept her expression neutral, but inside, she was screaming.

“Where in the hell …” Jett flashed Cozen a smile before he said, “I think I left my phone in the dining room. Are you okay to look around a bit? I’ll find you, darling.”

“More than fine,” she assured.

Seems her little trick did work.

The second Jett was gone from the library, Cozen considered herself free to do as she pleased. At least until Jett got tired of looking for his missing phone, and came to search for her instead.

Whatever.

Anything helped.

Cozen slipped into the hidden stairwell just as the phone in her pocket started to softly ring with the call that had been put through to Jett’s cell. She slipped her hand in her pocket, and hit the button to mute the ring, and took the stairs a little bit quicker.

She didn’t think Jett meant for her to go upstairs into his private quarters alone, but she had the chance, so …

Taking it.

Cozen came to the top of the stairs only to find a wall she had to push open to get to the other side. Like the bookshelves, it swung outward but this time revealed a long hallway with opened doors. Directly across from her looked like … a spare bedroom.

“Shit,” Cozen muttered.

A spare bedroom was useless.

Still, she stepped into the hallway and went further down. Again, Jett’s phone rang in her pocket, but once more, she silenced it.

She passed several rooms—none that interested her. Spare bedrooms, living quarters, and even an entertainment room. Similar to the downstairs layout, really, but with more personal touches from Jett himself.

Finally, Cozen found herself in a room that might be of some interest. A bedroom, but not a spare. Definitely the master bedroom by the looks of it. On the nightstand, Cozen found a Rolex watch haphazardly tossed into a glass bowl, along with a couple of rings.

One of the rings being the one she had stolen from him after their first date.

Seemed Sargon had gotten it back to the man.

None the wiser.