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I lean over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You're the best."

Roger smiles as he drives away, and I walk toward the big statue in front of me.

At least Declan isn't here to ruin my fun.

Chapter Four

Declan

Sabrina Remington once again ran away from me. I tried to keep up, but by the time I reached the street, she had already jumped into a taxi and disappeared. If only I had driven my own car to the Savoy, I might have been able to follow her. My desperate need to keep track of Sabrina has led me to behave like a complete fool. But the most embarrassing thing I did this morning was sprinting down The Strand until Sabrina's taxi was out of sight. At least she didn't see me sprinting after her, so my pride is somewhat intact.

After flagging down my own taxi, I return to the Savoy and my suite. I order breakfast and lounge on one of the oversized couches while I wait, stretching out and propping my hands under my head as I gaze up at the ceiling. No one who knows me would believe I could act this way. Yet here I am, behaving just the way Sabrina accuses me of doing---acting like a bloody moron.

My mobile rings with a familiar tone.

I dig it out of my pocket with a groan. Though I'd rather not speak to the caller, I know I must answer. "Hello, Julian, how are you this morning?"

"Don't give me that nonchalant greeting, Declan. You were caught doing something...unbecoming of the Wilde family's golden boy."

"Me? The golden boy?" I chuckle. "Did Mum put you up to this? Or was it Dad? No, it's probably Darcy. Our sister loves to meddle in my life."

"If you didn't give everyone the impression that you're a notorious playboy, then maybe Darcy wouldn't harass you."

Oh, bollocks. "Where precisely did she see us in the hotel?"

"In the corridor outside your suite."

I didn't even notice Darcy there. I was too focused on seducing Sabrina Remington. My cock was in control, not my brain. "How upset is Darcy?"

Julian chuckles. "Upset? She's over the moon about it. You haven't dated anyone in so long that our parents will probably throw a huge bash to mark this rare event."

"If only I could strangle you through the phone, I would."

"You have a mobile phone. Airwaves are hard to control."

"Aren't you so clever, Julian. I'm laughing so hard that I might pass out from exhaustion." I drop my head into my hand and let out another sigh. "I highly doubt Darcy was shocked by what she saw. She's thirty-one years old, after all, not a quivering virgin. Did she also happen to see me leaving the Savoy?"

"No, Darcy didn't mention anything about that. Why do you ask?"

"I don't disclose the details of my liaisons."

Julian stifles a laugh, proof that he finds this situation amusing. "When was the last time you were with a woman, Declan? Before last night, that is."

"Leave it alone. I have other matters to attend to." Such as tracking down an American woman who despises me. "Cheers, Julian."

And I end the call before he can say anything else.

I need to know why Sabrina scurried away in the middle of the night. That's all. I don't give a flying toss whether she wants to date me or shag me or anything else. Honestly, I couldn't care less about that. All I want is to understand why she bolted, so I won't feel like a failure who can't even keep a woman for one night.

Yes, absolutely, that's the only reason I need to find her.

A knock at my door signals the arrival of my long-awaited meal. My stomach growls because I'm half-starved from the wait. It's only been ten minutes, but it feels like an eternity. I quickly make my way to the door and swing it open. A young-looking man, probably in his twenties, brings in a tray of food for me. I give him a generous tip as he leaves with a smile on his face and a bounce in his step.

I devour the food as if I haven't eaten in years, my hunger fueled by memories of a passionate night with a strawberry blonde. But now that my stomach is satisfied, I need to satisfy another craving.

Finding Sabrina will be a challenge. I had good luck bribing the hotel staff and a taxi driver last time, but she has since checked out. I'll need to come up with a new plan. How many American women named Sabrina Remington could there possibly be in London? If I can track down the driver, Roger, maybe he can provide some clues.

To accomplish this task, I must invoke all my most devious powers of trickery.

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