Drake went downstairs into the lobby of the Casa Bayou Inn and lifted the morning paper off the clerk's counter. Three days had passed since he'd last seen Sierra, and he longed to see her again, but he had to carry out his plan for their sakes, and this had meant keeping his distance so that William Hunter wouldn't become aware of his keen interest in her.
"Ready to get the hell out of here?" Girard sauntered toward Drake, cheekbones raised from smiling.
Drake dropped the paper on the counter, happy to hear a familiar voice, and pivoted toward Girard. "When did you get in?" Drake grinned wide.
"Late last night. Gavin Jones and Jackson Holton are here to represent Mr. Morgan with their small entourage of accountants and henchmen. Daniel is here, too."
"Daniel? I thought he was away on
