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“It looks like I don’t have to keep my word after all,” Roman said. “I’m not sure why you thought you could get access to the records when even the best people in my office couldn’t.”

I looked up at him. “I’m in.” I turned my laptop around.

“What the fuck?” His eyes widened.

“Shit.” Julian laughed, shaking his head.

“Sorry, Roman.” Parker patted his shoulder.

“How—how did you get in?” Roman asked.

“Are you a professional hacker or something?” Julian asked.

The smile on my lips told them everything.

“A private investigator and hacker. Can’t say I’m not a little turned on right now.” Parker smiled, and Roman smacked the back of his head.

“I need these records. Can you email them to me without sounding off any alarms?” Roman asked.

“I can. What’s your email address?” I turned my laptop around. “Wait. Let me pull up my email first,” I lied as I quickly created a new one. There was no way in hell I was giving him my email address. “Ready,” I said.

He rattled off his email. “I only need the last six months,” he said.

“Done.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, brought up his email, and raised his brow at me.

“[email protected]? You just created that email account, didn’t you?”

“Did you really think I’d let you have my email address?” I smirked.

His right eye steadily narrowed at me.

“And if you think about emailing me at that address any time in the future, I’ll never get it. I already deleted the account.”

“Come on, bro. We need to get back to your room and figure things out,” Parker said.

“I agree,” Julian spoke. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Miss Morgan Ashley.” He took my hand and kissed it.

“The pleasure is all mine, gentlemen. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” I smiled, standing up and opening the door for them. “Good luck with your case. I hope you win,” I said to Roman.

“I never lose.” He stared at me as he walked out the door.

I inhaled a sharp breath, grabbed the bottle of champagne, and took it out on the terrace. Sitting in the lounger, I brought the bottle to my lips. His last name was Hamilton—Roman Hamilton, Esquire—a sexy name for an incredibly sexy man.

CHAPTER 4

Roman

I paced around the suite with a scotch in one hand and my other tucked into the pocket of my linen pants. “He’s setting up our client.”

“We need to head back to L.A. tomorrow.” Julian sighed. “I’ll pull up flights.”

“Call Olivia.” I pointed at Parker as I headed to the door. “Tell her I want that subpoena for the bank records sitting on my desk when we return.”

“Where are you going?” Julian asked.

“To thank Morgan.” I winked and walked out of the suite.

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