Page 47 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
“Knock before you come back in. I’m going to change back into my suit.”
Andrew stood outside the door since it didn’t lock and dialed Jordan’s number. It rang several times before going to voicemail.
According to Blake’s app, Jordan’s phone was at the hotel. Andrew called it again.
Straight to voicemail.
Andrew left a message. “Hi, I’ll call again later.”
It wasn’t much, but if she happened to play her messages around anyone else, it would be enough.
* * *
Princess tried to lick Jordan’s face. Arching her neck, Jordan escaped the doggy affection. “I don’t need kisses. Kisses aren’t love. Right now I just need snuggles.” Jordan settled on the center of the bed. Princess curled up next to her, laying her head on Jordan’s lap. As Jordan scratched behind the dog’s ears, Princess stretched to expose the underside of her chin.
“You’re a little beggar, aren’t you?” Jordan flipped on the TV and surfed to the old-movies channel. The feature wasn’t one of her grandmother’s, but it included an actor Grandma always said was one of the good guys. The noise would cover any sound she and Princess made. Tonie wasn’t nosey or anything, but she wasn’t BFF material, and there wasn’t anyone else in the hotel she could talk to. If word got back to Paul about how much she detested her leading man, it would not be good. Reggie might roll her eyes in public over Storm, but she followed all his fan groups in private. And it was no secret that Kittie had a crush on Storm, as did most of the female and a few male crew members.
Her phone rang. Andrew. The time showed below his name. He must have gotten away for a few moments. If she answered, she would cry, and then he might be distracted. There were too many people counting on him tonight. She let the call go to voicemail.
“Do you think he’ll believe I went out?”
Princess turned her head, expecting to have her other ear scratched.
Jordan turned up the volume, glad this was not a romance movie. Her phone rang again. She swiped at the icon, sending Andrew’s call to voicemail again.
* * *
The first guests to leave were the Crawfords, who exited via the service door. Other couples and VIPs filtered out, and soon only security and custodial staff remained in the building. Andrew gave orders to the tech crew to pull the cameras and feeds. Elle came into the operations room and put the communications links she had gathered from the various details into their cases.
Andrew checked his text messages.
“Did she answer?”
“No. Tonie said she is in her room and there haven’t been any security incidents.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Call her tomorrow like she asked?”
“Are you asking me if that’s the correct answer?”
Andrew unplugged his laptop from the monitors. “Maybe?”
“Sorry. You are asking the wrong person. I don’t know her well enough to give you any advice. I can finish here with the equipment, and you can take off early and call her.”
“I shouldn’t leave you alone in the building.”
Elle tapped her headset. “Alex, are you still in the building?”
“Yes.”
“Andrew is going to take off. Will you stay until things are closed up? I don’t want him in trouble with Alan.”
Alex’s laugh came across the comms. “We can’t have that.”
“I can hear you.” Alan growled.
“O, wise, omnipresent brother. Have no fear. We won’t leave Elle alone,” teased Alex.
