“Have it out with him. Make him beg if it makes you feel better. But don’t leave him hanging. Don’t punish him with silence. Despite what you think, that man worships you. You’d do well to give him a chance.”
He turns to go, but then turns back. “Oh, and I left you something in your suite. Something that might make your decision about him a little easier.”
I say crossly, “How’d you get into my suite?”
Ignoring that, he withdraws from a pocket inside his jacket the passport I stole from Callum’s dresser. Waving it at me, he says, “I took this back too. Sticky fingers you’ve got there, little book lover. That might come in handy if you decide to join the cause.”
“What cause?”
“Your man will tell you if you ask him to.” He turns and ambles away, disappearing around the corner of the cock
