Danger wasn't the word Cole thought when he considered Julien Devereaux.
Insanity, perhaps.
The man was a hustler, he had to give him that. The sales pitch had worked and Julien had not only gotten a promotion, but wrangled his way into directing the renovations and was preparing to make a move on his boss.
Cole didn't have to like it, but he wasn't going to stop anything until it broke the threshold for a security risk.
He ducked into his room and snatched a pair of granola bars from his stash to stuff them in his pockets.
It'd been his experience in the past that odds were he'd end up at the bar, sipping club soda and munching on bar peanuts—if he was lucky—while his subject ate a fabulous dinner.
The meeting with the security team had been as productive as he expected. Some of the
