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“Save her,” Riggs looked straight at Naomie. “You better locate that damn chip and do it fast. I get the feeling that fiancé is playing with a scrambled deck. There’s no telling what he might do. We need to stop her before she gets herself hurt.”
“Or killed,” Naomie looked up from her phone.
“What?”
“The file. It’s about the recent killings – the serial killer.”
“What about him?” Russell asked.
“She thinks it’s Josh. He said if she didn’t give him another chance, he’d have you and Robby killed.”
“Like he could.” Riggs scoffed.
“You’d be surprised what money can buy, and Josh comes from a trust fund mama and a hedge fund daddy. He started his career as a billionaire. He could afford it if he wanted to hire people to kill you.”
“So, she’s going to what?” Riggs asked. “What’s the point of going away him?”
“I don’t know. She said she knew what she needed to do.”
“And that’s good enough for you?”
“It has to be. Until she tells me otherwise.”
“And until then?”
“We wait.”
Riggs bit back a curse. He didn’t just want the final surgery and the new prosthetic limb. He needed it. Because if Georgie called, he had to be ready.
He promised he would save her.
And he never broke a promise.
Chapter Twenty
Georgie finished packing an overnight bag. They’d not left on Sunday because when she asked to see the reservations, she realized Josh had booked one suite.
“That’s not the agreement,” she argued. “We each have our own room or I’m not going. This isn’t a romantic getaway, Josh. You know that. We have some serious problems in our relationship.”
The quick flash of anger that lit his face gave her pause. Would he become violent. Josh had gone out of his way to be pleasant since they left Riggs’ hospital room. She didn’t understand the sudden change in attitude and behavior, but felt relieved that he was not being violent.
“That had to have been a mistake,” he took his phone from her and placed a call. In minutes the reservations were changed to one standard room and a suite. Georgie bit back a smile, wondering who he’d booked the suite for. Josh was a creature of comfort and liked to remind everyone around him that he was the richest, the smartest and the most entitled.
Even that though jarred her. If that’s how she saw him, why had she accepted his proposal? Was it the money? The ease at which they got tables in restaurants most people she knew couldn’t afford? Was it the tickets to shows no one could get but him? The spur of the moment trips on a private jet?
Was she interested in his wealth or him? That question gifted her with an epiphany. She’d never been impressed with his wealth because all the things money could buy were without soul. A good table was just a place where everyone else looked at you like you were something special. After all, you were at thegoodtable.
She could care less. But she did like the trips and the adventures she talked him into now and again. He never seemed to enjoy them as much as she, but they talked and laughed about it and that was what she enjoyed.
There was a simple version of Josh he kept locked up, a guy who could just be a guy and not always have to be the most important person in the room. But that guy made fewer and fewer appearances.
She didn’t love him. The reality of it slapped her. Josh kept her from being alone all the time. He wanted her, and at first that was very flattering. Now, it felt like a burden. If she loved him, it would not.
But she didn’t. So this trip would be their last. No matter what she thought of him, she’d act with honor, and protect people she loved as well. She’d tell Josh their days together were done, and wish him well.
And then, she’d hurry home to find the man she loved and tell him she wanted a life with him, and Robby. And if Texas was where he was going, that’s where she’d be going too.
The sound of the doorbell had her grabbing her purse off the bed and heading downstairs with the suitcase in her free hand.
