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“We aren’t seriously letting her stay here on her own, right?” I ask Saint and Theo who both look at me with blank expressions. “There’s no security on the door. She’s a beautiful woman, drunk, and alone, and you’re just letting her go?”
Theo tilts her head. “Hm. Funny.”
“Never even thought of that,” Saint mumbles.
When a second passes and neither of them move, I cut the engine.
“Fuck!” I shove my door open and jog after Hendrix.
She slips into the lift, the doors sliding shut before I can reach her.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, watching as it crawls up to the fourth floor.
Stairs it is then.
I take them two at a time, finding the door to her room open.
Hendrix stands at the end of the crisply made bed, her eyes creased and her lips twisted.
“Am I hallucinating?” She squints, cocking her head. “Or has all my shit gone missing?”
My mouth pops open as I glance over the completely empty room. No bags, no belongings, nothing to say she’d ever been here. “Are you sure this is your room?”
“Pretty sure.” She grabs my hand and slaps a key card into my palm. “Check the numbers for me? Everything’s a bit blurry.”
I do as she asks. “Four seven three, and this is room four seven three.”
“Huh.” She kicks her foot before spinning and stomping out of the room. “Be right back.”
I follow her back to my car, where she swings the back door open, props her hands on her hips, and gives Theo a glare that would have a lesser woman quaking in her boots.
At least it would if she wasn’t still swaying side to side.
“What did you do?” she asks.
“I told you, you aren’t staying here alone,” Theo says.
A lightbulb pops in my head, and I step up behind Hendrix, spearing Saint with my gaze. “What didyoudo?”
He coughs. “Theo had the great idea that while Hendrix is in town, she should just stay with us.”
“Don’t even think about blaming me,” Theo quips, an octave higher than necessary.
“You said, and I quote,” She drops her voice in a perfect grumbly imitation of her husband, “‘She’s not staying in a damn hotel, so make sure when you call her she knows she’s coming back with us. It’s not fucking safe. Not to mention, Cole will’—”
Saint claps a hand over her mouth.
“Cole will what?” I deadpan.
Saint ignores me, keeping his gaze on Hendrix. “We, as a pair, agreed that it was better for you to stay in the warehouse.”
“You stole my stuff.” Hendrix stomps her foot with a pout.
“I just moved your stuff.” Saint shrugs, lips curving. “No stealing involved,bestie.”
She softens at the use of their old nickname.
“Can you two just get in the car please?” Theo cuddles into Saint’s chest. “It’s cold and I want my bed.”
