Chapter 25
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
1:13 a.m.
They left his suite and headed toward the hotel lobby in silence, both of them tense.
In the well-lit lobby, his stormy sea-green eyes were more turbulent than ever. “I’ll ask for the car.”
“There’s no need. The concierge can call a cab,” she said.
He frowned at her. “Of course no’. It’s late. I’ll drive ye back.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m used to late—”
Without waiting for her to finish, he asked the bellman to bring his car to the front. When he came back, Laetitia gave him a very strange look he couldn’t decipher. “Tavish Uilleam, I said I’ll be fine. Can we just leave it at that, please?”
“Nae, we canna,” he said in a steady voice, but aggravated enough to let her know it. “I’m taking ye home. Subject closed.”
Subject closed? Laetitia
