Chapter 21
Nerves wound tight and seething, Alistair paced the corridor outside the bathroom as they waited for the spare key. Sophia’s first scream robbed him of the last of his patience.
“Get out of my way,” he shouted, and crashed his shoulder against the door. It rattled, but didn’t give.
“Wait.” Tavish’s hand stopped him from throwing himself against the door a second time. “Let’s do it together. On three.”
Alistair heaved when both women cried one last time, but paced away taking distance and giving his brother his back. “Ready?”
Tavish nodded and counted, “One. Two. Three.”
The brothers threw themselves against the door, flinging it off its hinges.
Alistair looked around horrified.
In the middle of the bathroom floor among water, purple tulips and the broken Baccarat vase, E
