THIRTY
For most of the night, Tulsi paced around, listening to sounds of movement beyond her bedroom walls. It didn’t seem that she could hear anything specific from the office Merchant had spoken about. She considered tiptoeing along the private corridor from her room to the office doors. Except Merchant hadn’t told her which side of the door his man would loiter on. Seeing Merchant again wasn’t high on her wish list. It would happen eventually, but she wasn’t going to court his attention.
The more she thought about their dinner conversation, the more uneasy she became. He’d managed to come across as reasonable, even charming. Tulsi had relaxed and begun to feel at ease with him. Yet, the signs of potential looming issues hadn’t been buried deep. She’d been able to tell by his subtle re
