Chapter Thirty “Huh. Yeah.” Sax waved a hand at Cinnamon. Walenburg stood in his perfectly pressed suit, his hands folded in front of him, regarding them with indignation. Other hotel patrons’ eyes flitted to the two women as they passed. They walked around them, giving them a wide berth. Oh, brother. They were the center of unwanted attention. Sax decided at the first opportunity she’d take a long bath to wash off the dirty looks they’d been getting. “This is Cinnamon Wolthorp.” She didn’t like the disapproving look in his eye. Walenburg ever so slowly arched an eyebrow and his eyes narrowed even tighter than before. His cheeks paled and Sax took a step backward bumping into Cinnamon. “Sorry.” Oh, oh. I don’t like his body language. His eyes focused on Cinnamon. “Is your fathe
