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Paris stilled. She wasn’t certain how she should react. Grayson came in with something in his hand. “Did you tell her?” he asked.
“I’m trying to.”
Grayson moved closer and opened his hand. “Bobby pins?” she asked.
He smiled. “Good, huh?”
“I don’t get it.”
“Wear one or two in your hair.” Grayson lifted a strand off the side of her face and slipped the bobby pin in it. “Voila!”
Paris touched it. “What now? You can tell where I am?”
“Once you press on the tip we can. It will send out a signal that we can track. It’s kind of like the locator device on your phone. I have a phone app that will tell me where you are.”
“And you think I'll need this?”
Grayson looked over at Rider. “Probably not. It’s just a precaution. That’s all. The probability of anything happening to you is almost zero, but remember, we might be dealing with a drug cartel.”
He was right. Besides, she often used bobby pins to pull her hair back. “True. Thank you both for coming to my rescue. Doug might truly have wanted to apologize for alerting Delancey that I was the one to find the discrepancies, or he might have had an ulterior motive.”
“If he only wanted to apologize, why not call you into his office tomorrow and tell you then, instead of ambushing you after hours?”
She shook her head. “I have no idea. And here I thought I was going to get a good night’s sleep.”
Grayson chuckled. “Ignore the sour one.” He nodded to his friend. “Grab your stuff so that Paris can settle in,” he told Rider.
“Yeah, sure.”
Grayson gathered up Rider’s laptop and other materials he had on the table, while Rider packed.
“What time should I pick you up for work?” Rider said.
“Eight-thirty?”
“I’ll knock on your door.”
“We’ll be next door,” Grayson said. “Just call out, and we’ll hear you.” He tapped his ear. “You know how enhanced our abilities are.”
“Yes, and thank you both again.”
Rider picked up his case, and they both left.
Once the door closed, Paris slid on the security chain, though it wouldn’t take much force to break down the door.
Stop it.
Now wasn’t the time to be paranoid. She'd reserve that emotion for tomorrow when she had to act normal around Doug.
Paris unpacked and then pulled down the spread. Once she dropped onto the bed, she ran her hands over the cool sheets. In case the maid hadn't changed the sheets, Paris leaned over and smelled the pillow. Rider's scent still lingered, and she moaned. Okay, that kind of thinking was bad. Sex would only complicate things, but the temporary relief would be amazing.
* * *
When Paris walked into work the next morning, even though she hadn’t spotted Doug’s truck in the parking lot, she didn’t dare glance in the direction of his office. The thought of the man gave her the creeps.
Jenna was at her desk. She looked up and smiled. “So?”
Now wasn’t the best time to have this conversation, but Paris was bursting to tell her best friend. Paris had debated calling her last night, but she wanted to organize her thoughts before she did.
