Cora stepped out and crossed her arms when I tried to reach for her hand. I checked us in, and the desk clerk handed me the keys.
“Does your mother know you kidnapped me?” Cora asked as we rode in the elevator with the security guard.
“Probably.”
“You are so selfish.”
The elevator dinged when we reached the penthouse suite. Our guard checked the room before we entered. The bellhop arrived with our bags, and I handed him a tip. Cora plopped down on the couch and picked up the phone.
“Who are you calling?” I questioned.
She tucked her feet underneath her. A challenge gleamed in her eyes as she snapped, “My mother. Is that all right, sir?”
I smirked at her snide comment and finished talking with my guard regarding the meeting later. “She’s not to leave this room without one of you.
