Page 77 of Sin City Lights

Ian’s standard answer. But this time, Adam thought there may be some merit to it. “You have a point.” He paused for a beat.“Thanks, man.”

“I have your back.”

“Call me the minute you hear anything.”

“You know I will. Take care of yourself.”

Adam ended the call.

He should have done this a long time ago. But better late than never, he supposed.

Adam looked down at his empty glass. Somewhere, in the corner of his mind, drifted the reason he now felt compelled to get that divorce.

Eve.

He had her exclusively for three months. And then what? What if she wanted to go back to what she was doing before?

He grabbed the bottle of Glenfiddich, sank into his favorite black leather armchair, and poured himself another, staring unseeingly at the Sin City lights blinking outside his windows.

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Buzz.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Adam’s eyelids opened but only to slits.

His head was buzzing.

Good.

Mission accomplished.

Buzz.

The next moment, he distinctly heard the hum of the lock, and the door to his suite swung wide open.

What the…?

“My apologies, Mr. Larssen.” Sean Hughes, his head of security, stood in the doorway, filling it with his bulky frame. His cheeks seemed redder than his ginger hair.

Adam blinked.“Hughes, what the hell, man?”

“I’m sorry, sir. She wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Adam arched one questioning brow.

Hughes grimaced.

“Are you going to let me by already?” A very familiar voice came from behind him. Very familiar, and very annoyed.

Eve?

It was. And she was trying to sidestep the hefty guard, almost succeeding in slipping her slight body right past him, even though he was blocking her with spread arms.

Hughes’s smile was apologetic. He shrugged, turning his palms up in a helpless gesture.

Adam’s lips twitched.“It’s fine, Hughes. She isn’t dangerous.”

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