Janey immediately stepped forward, almost out of the suite, and brought the door with her. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“Just delivering something.” She extended an envelope toward her, but Janey refused to take it. She could barely handle the idea of taking another envelope from anyone, least of all this woman, who’d obviously dressed to deliver something deadly. She wore a black tank top that clung to her bony frame, along with a pair of cutoff shorts, and she was at least a decade younger than Janey. She looked as if she’d come to the forty-second floor from the beach, but she’d turn heads wherever she went.
Footsteps came toward them, and Charles appeared, much to Janey’s relief. He slowed as he realized the blonde stood in front of Janey’s door too, and his grip tightened on the thi
