“You didn’t give her anything else?” Fallon asked again, moving beside me to pour her own drink.
“No,” they both said.
Fallon and I sniffed discreetly.
Knowing they were telling the truth did little to soothe my beast.
“Beau says their suite is clean,” Ivan spoke to me from the other room.
I took another long drink and made my way to the couch, still watching the Tulia children.
If not them, then who?
I don’t trust this. It’s another game.
I needed the footage from downstairs.
Edith came closer, taking a seat across from me uninvited as she propped her ass on the coffee table. “Are you okay, Ranger?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I arched an eyebrow, holding my scotch glass loosely in my fist so I didn’t smash it.
She looked to her cousin and Fallon, lowering her voice when she turned ba
