ROBYN
“You’re giving me a headache!” Piper yelled at me. “Just jump into the pool.”
I stopped pacing and faced her with Gio lying on the chaise lounge. “I’m worried.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Kolby.” Gio smiled and shrugged. “I’m literally disabled right now.”
“Why are you so formal?” Piper chuckled at him. “Call her Robyn or Rob.”
“How long has it been?” I checked the time on my phone. It had only been an hour and a half. “He hasn’t called.”
“Which are you worried about? That the other woman will hurt Spade, or there will be Russian or Belarusian mobs waiting for him.”
“You’re not helping, Piper,” Gio said. “Look, for my years of experience in that line of business, we don’t just shoot wealthy and powerful like Mr. Kolby, we make connections, and we check the man first, or we’re in deep troubl
