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“Sir?”
“Yes?” I push it out, trying to keep calm and polite. “What is it?”
“Last night, a Do Not Disturb was put on that room after Mr. Jones arrived with his wife and a friend. She’d had too much to drink, so we sent up aspirin and the usual artisan waters. Do—”
“I’ll send someone to interview everyone who saw them.” I hang up. “You arrived yesterday with your husband, Mr. Jones, apparently. Is a congratulations in order?”
“The wedding’s a blur,” she says, deadpan. “Was I euphoric?”
“Drunk, according to the concierge.”
“Gotta lay off the fucking drugs and booze, there, MG,” Jac jokes.
She stares down at the dead man.
“Who is that?” she asks.
“Your husband?” Jac offers another grin, but the unease taints the air. “Condolences for your fucking loss. Though, he’s not much of a loss.”
“You both clearly know him.” She looks at him and then at me. “Where’s Harry?”
I run a hand over my face. “That’s William Talay.”
“He was last working as high-end errand boy for the Kincaids.” Jac blows out a breath, as he opens the minibar and pulls out a couple of rums. “Don’t worry, I know the owner.”
I narrow my eyes. “The owner isn’t a fan of yours, Jac.”
“The owner fucked my sister and—”
“Enough.” I push the word out.
He leans back with a shit-eating grin as he opens the first bottle and downs it. Then the smile disappears. “Where’s the Heart of Dark Desires, MG?”
She doesn’t look at either of us as she takes something glittering from the dead man’s hand. A necklace that’s not the Heart of Dark Desires.
When she starts to go through his pockets, I say, “I’m with Jac on this. Where the fuck is it?”
She pauses, but doesn’t lift her blonde head, her hair spilling in waves around her shoulders. I can see the tension running through her. “I don’t know.”
“MG?” Jac says his voice turning silky. He bends and puts a ringed hand beneath her chin, tipping it up.
His jaw ticks, tension vibrates.
Jac Miller’s trying real hard not to dig his fingers into her cheeks, not to put pressure on her bruise to remind her who and what he is.
And right now, I’m not sure that if he decided to, that I’d try and stop him.
“Let me go, Jac.”
“Remember when I told you I’d kill you if you fucked me over? Just because I rescued you doesn’t mean I won’t. Just because you have the finest fucking cunt I’ve tried to wreck, the sweetest mouth, doesn’t mean I won’t dismember you with my bare fucking hands if you’re playing us.”
Fury sweeps through me. There’s a darker layer. Something with an erotic edge I don’t touch. I’m not interested in Jac in any way, shape, or form. I hate him. It’s a tired, worn hate.
It’s there, but the anger at knowing he’s been every single place in her that I have and she loved it like she loves what I do to her, is complex. It’s an anger and that edge which whispers how hot it might be sharing. How hot it might be watching.
Lili and I did it. Shared, watched. I think we both preferred to share. There were rules, but…
I shut those doors.
