Grace stepped back to get out of the way, allowing Cullen to take charge. The truth—his presence soothed her shock. She would’ve panicked and picked up the packets. She might’ve flushed them down the loo or done something similar instead of taking them to the local policeman.
“Do you think Jeff wants his drugs back?”
“I’d lay a bet on it,” Cullen said.
“What are you going to do with them overnight?”
“I’ll put them back in the wardrobe behind my stack of shirts,” Cullen said. “Anyone coming after them will need to get past me. I’m a light sleeper and will wake if anyone comes into our room. They’ll need to struggle past the locked door and the curtains before they get to us.”
“That is so reassuring,” Grace said, not holding back on her sarcasm.
A laugh burst from Cullen, and he was st
