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I lifted and looked at the door like I could see Hunter standing on the other side with that mop of his head. It didn’t match his bear body. I gathered myself, compelling control back to my limbs, cracked my neck to the side, and opened the door.
Hunter was standing by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand. A pair of joggers hugged his hips, and all my control eroded. My gaze held steady on the slant of his dick. I shut my eyes.
Distraction. I need a distraction.
I squared my shoulders and looked him firmly in the eyes, reaching out. “I need my phone.”
“How about a coffee first?” He pointed to the side table with the steaming mug. A hazelnut aroma reached me, and my mouth watered.
“Thank you. I still need my phone.
“For what? “
“To call a friend.”
“Again—for what?”
“You know, you were never this controlling before you left.”
“You were never on a hit list before I left. And I’m not controlling, Grace. I’m cautious. I have a job to do.”
“So I’m a job now?”
“Drink your coffee. You’ll feel better.” He transferred the cup to my hands. The flicker of anger in my chest faded with the touch of his fingers on mine. I sipped on my coffee while he strolled to his room and returned with his phone. All sexy and beary. Was that even a word?
“Who do you need to call?”
“Frankie. I need a favor. I can’t let you go out into the public like this. I need an update on the salon, and he can bring a good pair of scissors and razors.”
His mustache lifted. “I was hoping you’d help me with the hair.”
“It would be embarrassing to walk around like that. All hairy and primitive.” I waved my hand around, catching the delicious path down his abs.
He passed me the phone, and I dialed Frankie’s number and gave him the hotel’s address. We ate the breakfast waiting by the window in the dining area, and an hour later, a knock sounded at the door.
I pulled away from the table, and Hunter flew in front of me.
“Wait. Stay there.”
“It’s Frankie.”
“Not until I verify.” He turned to the door. “What’s the code word I gave you?”
“Caveman,” Frankie replied, and Hunter released the lock and opened the door.
“Whoa there. I wasn’t expecting a bear.”
I smiled, rolling my lips inward.
Frankie slipped through the two-foot space between Hunter and the wall, looking him over. He nearly tripped running toward me.
“Hi! It’s so good to see you.” He dropped the bags of supplies to the floor and charged my way with open arms. “Hey, sweetie. I’ve been worried sick about you, but this man called yesterday and today and said he’s keeping you safe, and the police confirmed your safety, but I couldn’t believe it and wanted to see it on my own.”
“Frankie. Calm down. I’m okay. How are you doing? How is everybody?”
He took a deep breath and began again. “They trashed the salon. I don’t know how much the renovations will cost, but I gather it will be a pretty penny. A gold one… No… Maybe diamond. Everyone’s okay, but they’ve been worried, and Casey sprained her arm when she slipped on the floor. Martina broke three nails, and Sofia burned herself when she hid in the steam-room. Other than that, everyone’s okay.”
“Breathe, Frankie. Breathe.” I took his hands in mine and practiced the same labor technique I’d watched online. It was the only one I knew, but it worked.
