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“Mrs. Diamond is shouting you and me a night each in a five-star hotel for a job well done, but I suggested she might want to change it to the both of you for tonight with late check-out and room service. It is her way of apologizing for the unfortunate tasering incident and a bonus for doing a good job. She just needs to know one bed or two?”
Real subtle, Mack.
“One.” She doesn’t hesitate to voice her answer. Ophelia’s on the same page—me in bed with her tonight. “And tell Mrs. Diamond, ‘thank you,’ and ‘I accept her gift and forgive her and Celeste for bursting in and endangering lives.’ If that undercover agent hadn’t pulled out her gun…”
Mack winces. “Yeah, I’ve already had a word about that to them both. I’ll brief you on all that tomorrow.” He looks at me. “I’ll organize a couple of the men in Ocean Beach to take care of The Duke, and they will get the bike back safely, seeing as Phoenix doesn’t want her twin brother to know she got shot.”
“Get them to call Trinny when they have The Duke back on the property,” I suggest. “Phoenix needs her rest, and Slade needs undisturbed sleep. Tell Mrs. Diamond I am happy to take her up on her generous offer to mend our fried hearts, and I too thank her.”
“Will do. And I’ll be taking those glasses off you, now, Bunny. I have to lock up in here for Mrs. Diamond. The café is closing for a couple of days until she can make arrangements with the staff she can trust.”
“Of course.” Ophelia hands them to Mack.
“You’re no fun, Mack. I had plans for those. Bunny was rocking the secretary look.”
He shakes his head at me. “I don’t even want to know. As soon as you feel comfortable getting up, you can leave.” Mack’s phone pings and he reads the message. “Ambulance has arrived. I’ll head back out, see our clients off, and wish Celeste a fast and easy birth. I’ll suggest I book and pay, and Mrs. Diamond can reimburse me when she has less on her mind. I’ll text Trinny now to make the reservation ASAP, and she can contact Ophelia with the details, hopefully in the next thirty minutes. Call an Uber to take you wherever you want to go now. I’ll get in touch after lunch tomorrow. Thank you for all your help with this client, Ophelia.” He turns his body slightly and holds his hand out to me to shake. “Thank you for spontaneously inserting yourself into our case, Tucker.”
“Anytime.”
“Nope. One-and-done.”
We both laugh.
Mack stands and walks away, typing a message on his phone.
“Sugar-cake, are you ready to get vertical?”
“Let’s do this.”
“Well, alright, alright,alright.”
“You did not just quote Matthew McConaughey.”
“Okay.”
Seventy-Four
A PROMISE IS A PROMISE
Tucker
The concierge didn’t blink an eyelash when we arrived fifty-two minutes later without luggage, only Ophelia’s black leather messenger bag. I am still looking like a Magnum PI wannabe (complete with the cap and aviators), and my white-blonde stunning fuchsia-pink pocket rocket is by my side. She’s now minus the fake baby belly, using my leather jacket folded over her arm to conceal the looser material in front.
We stood out, but I wasn’t wasting time collecting clothes from each of the places we had been staying.
Ophelia messaged Holland, who she was rooming with, letting him know she was staying out overnight on the drive over in the Uber. Then followed it up with calling Gwen. Once she announced we were spending the night together in a posh hotel, there was a lot of squealing and Aussie slang gushing from Gwen’s enthusiasm overload for the way things have worked out between us
The call was going well until Ophelia mentioned we got tasered. Gwen promptly disconnected and then called back using FaceTime video call. She needed to see for herself that her BFF was not hurt, which took up most of the remaining part of the ride to the hotel while I spent the time texting Trinny, requesting she had her way with my credit card.
I gave Trinny a list of items I wanted her to purchase for Ophelia: two cocktail dresses, expensive heels to match, and accessories, including lingerie. Casual wear, toiletries, and makeup, to get delivered by seven o’clock tonight. And also, a suit with cufflinks and some men’s toiletries and a box of XL condoms because large simply won’t cover it. I listed my sizes in shoes and clothing and cologne choice. I assumed she could judge Ophelia’s sizes accurately. And to make a reservation for two at a ridiculously expensive restaurant of her choosing.
In Ophelia’s eyes, we have only had non-dates, so tonight is all about a classy first date.
I will surprise Trinny and the husband with an all-expenses-paid swish evening before her baby is due to make an appearance as a thank you for her assistance.
The elevator arrives, and I only pay the handsome elderly couple inside enough attention to smile at them and nod hello when we enter before pressing the button to our floor.
I can feel the elderly well-dressed female’s eyes on us, but there are no fucks to give when I slide my arm around Ophelia’s waist, drawing her closer to my side so I can lean over and kiss her ready lips. Her white platform sneakers work to my advantage, boosting her height, allowing me to cup her face while nuzzling her jawline, dropping soft kisses against her arched neck—until I hear the word ‘whore’ whispered in an unladylike tone.
