Page 19 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Not really.
Within thirty minutes, we’d arrived in the driveway of her Beverly Hills home tucked away in the corner of a cul-de-sac. The lights were out in the entire house, the place seemingly deserted. No other cars were parked outside.
“Thanks for the ride,” Rue said in a huff.
Like she’d been dropped off at a shitty location.
“Anyone else here?”
“No, just me.”
Leaving her in an empty house with no security was a bad move. I wasn’t about to have her vulnerable to Faulkner turning up and taking her back.
I reached for my phone and dialed Carrie’s number.
After a few rings she answered. “Quinn.”
“Hey, there,” I said, switching over to speakerphone.
“Is she safe?”
“Rue’s fine. We’re outside her house. How long before you get here to pick her up?”
Her sigh was followed by silence.
I glanced at the phone to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. “Still there?”
“There’s no furniture in that house,” she said. “The electricity’s been cut.”
“Why?”
“Rue’s aunt is selling the property.”
“I only get an allowance from her,” Rue mumbled.
I glanced over at her as I asked Carrie, “I can stay in the house with her until you get here.”
“I’m on a plane.”
“Headed where?”
“Washington.”
What the fuck?
“I’ve been requested in D.C.”
“I’ll drop her off at Majestic, then?”
“Faulkner will come looking for her there.”
“There’s a great hotel close—”
“She’ll just go back to the club.”
My jaw tightened with annoyance. “Then where am I supposed to take her?”
Rue piped up beside me. “I am sitting right here!”
