Page 57 of Colton's Last Resort

“Not just yet,” Alexis said. She placed her hand on Laura’s. “We have a situation.”

Laura’s smile dropped like a stone. “What kind of situation?”

“There’s been a leak,” Alexis answered. “There’s a van from the local news station at the gate and the front desk is getting calls. It’s about Allison.”

Laura rose quickly. “Does Adam know?”

“Yes,” Alexis said. “He’s waiting in his office.”

“Tell Roland to delay the news crew at the gate as long as possible while Adam and I reassess,” she said. “We’ll need at least ten minutes to shift into damage-control mode.”

“I’m on it,” Alexis assured her. “Who could have done this? Who would have talked to the press?”

Laura shifted her eyes to Noah.

He understood the question she was asking. “Leave it with me.”

She nodded shortly. “I have to go.”

“Go,” he urged. When she leaned in, he did the unthinkable. She’d meant her pursed lips to skim his bearded cheek. He turned his head automatically and caught the kiss on the mouth.

Her hand gripped his arm. Her fingers dug through his sleeve.

Again, he didn’t think. If he had, he wouldn’t have opened his mouth. Her eyes watched his. He didn’t close his either as he grazed his teeth lightly over her round bottom lip.

A noise escaped her. He pulled back. The heat refused to bank. His heart racked his ribs.

She stared at him, as shocked as he was.

Did she feel the heat, too?

Alexis said her name. Laura blinked. She backed away from him, turned, and followed Alexis to the doors and out.

He caught the curious looks he’d earned from those around him. Turning away, he saw the jacket Laura had left on the back of her chair.

Noah dug the cash out of his pocket, dropped it on the table, gathered the coat and left to fade into the night.

Chapter 11

“Why are you here?”

Noah ignored Fulton as he escorted his guest into the station. She’d fought the cuffs like a wet cat. As she bristled against his lead, he warned, “People get tossed into lockup for fighting custody, sweetheart. I’d calm down if I were you.”

Glenna Colton twitched in indignation. “You’re hurting me!”

“I’m not,” he said firmly, guiding her toward the back of the Sedona station, where the interrogation rooms were located.

“I want my lawyer!”

“You’re entitled to a representative during questioning,” he acknowledged. “You’ll need one when this is all over.”

“I still don’t understand what I’m being charged with,” she said.

“Assaulting a police officer, for one,” Noah said, knocking on the door of Interview Room 1. When no one answered, he opened it and poked his head in. The room was clear. He maneuvered her inside. “Sit down, be a good girl, and we’ll see about getting the cuffs off.”

She sneered at him. “I get a phone call. Iwantmy phone call.”

“In a minute, Veruca,” he said.

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