Does she know?
“Sure,” Emma shrugged. “You’re staying at the same hotel, and he was with you yesterday.”
“Oh,” Ava forced herself to breathe again. “Right. Uh, something about a possible break in.”
That sounded normal, right?
“Oh no,” Emma frowned. “I wonder if he’s called Killian.”
“Wouldn’t know,” Ava answered and when Emma didn’t follow up, let out the rest of the breath she’d been holding.
“Finley Reade,” Anita sighed. “He is one fine looking man.”
“Yes, he is,” Becca agreed. “I bet he’s like Dark Chocolate. One taste and you’re addicted.”
Ava had to fight to keep from agreeing with the analogy.
“And the way he fills out a pair of dress slacks,” Anita kept pushing, causing Ava to fight not to fidget in her chair. “It makes my mouth water.”
“Did you see him in his jeans the ot
