What a pile of crap, Cole thought as he escorted Kat to the hotel suite. The guy's so full of it I'm surprised he doesn't explode.
Julien had tossed some good s**t around, talking about ghosts and spirits, all the usual stuff you heard when you came to New Orleans. It was great for the tourists and pulled the money out of their pockets, but the Majestic wasn't about to become some sort of glorified haunted house.
Except the pitch hadn't been just for Devereaux to keep his job and sell the renovations.
Cole saw the effect the words had on Kat. If he hadn't been there, Julien would have made a move on her. Hell, the guy was halfway into her pants if the look in her eyes was any indication. A few sweet words cooed into her ears with the sexy accent, and she was gone.
That wasn't going to
