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“You swear?”

“It’s the senator and Shawn. I just keep getting the feeling that it’s not really over.”

“It will be soon enough. My lawyer assured me it should only be a few more months before the divorce is finalized. And you didn’t take the job with the senator. All of that is done. You’re just looking for trouble.”

He blew out a harsh breath, chuckling lightly. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I am. Now, how about we find that drink before the flight takes off?”

Even though he was smiling now, I knew something was still bothering him. I really hoped it was just as he said—nerves over what had already happened. But my gut was telling me I wasn’t getting the full story, and if there really was something else going on, why wasn’t he telling me?

22

KAVANAUGH

As soon aswe checked in, I texted Fox our room number. He sent back a list of emojis and texted his room number, which just happened to be right the fuck next to ours.

“Hey, uh…I’m gonna run down for ice!”

“Okay!” Isla called out from the other room.

We had a suite—courtesy of her clients, who not only flew her in, but were also putting her up in the hotel. It was a nice place, but I wasn’t here to relax. My focus was solely on keeping Isla safe. I grabbed the bucket and headed next door, knocking quietly.

“Did you see the size of the TV?” Fox asked excitedly. “Watching musicals is going to be so amazing.”

The door opened wider and Anna waved from behind him. “Hey, Kavanaugh.”

“Anna,” I said, bypassing Fox so we could shut the door. “How was the trip?”

“Good, if you like show tunes.”

“I don’t.”

“How’s Isla?”

My cheeks burned bright red as I remembered the incident in the airport. “I may have overreacted when they wanted to search her.”

“Does she suspect anything?” Fox asked, pulling a can of Spam out of his pocket and opening it up. Anna rolled her eyes as if this was perfectly normal, even if it was weird.

“She will soon if I can’t get my shit under control.”

“What about IKE? Any word from him?”

“He’s meeting me downstairs in ten.”

“Well, I would say you’re overreacting, but I have this,” Anna said, holding up her mangled hand. “If your gut is telling you something’s wrong, listen to it.”

See, if I had told Isla my gut was churning, she would have said I was making shit up. Anna understood, but I wouldn’t dare tell that to my girlfriend if I ever wanted to have sex again.

“So, what’s the plan?” Fox asked.

“Just keep close. Check out the hotel for me.”

“And me?” Anna asked.

I glanced at Fox, not sure what he wanted me to say. There was no way I was putting his wife in danger. “Uh…stick close by in case I need you to keep an eye on Isla. I can always say you’re out here for a job.”

She huffed, walking over to flop on the bed. “It would be easier if she already knew I was here. We could make plans to get together, and then it wouldn’t be like you were tagging along the whole trip.”

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