Page 17 of Savage Cravings

Who knew how long it would have taken us to find the girl otherwise?

Killian looked down at his phone.

“Room 33,” he said.

Maverick frowned, locating the door right away.

“What?” I asked.

“Why do you suppose she’s still here in New Orleans when her mom already left?”

I shrugged. “’Cause we got lucky.”

“Or because they didn’t think anyone would look for her,” Killian added.

“Do you think she knows her dad and his men were slaughtered?” Maverick asked.

My eyes narrowed on the blue door. The place might be rundown, but it was peaceful. It didn’t look bad. Just old.

“Why would it matter?” I said absently.

Maverick turned to me. “Just curious.”

I didn’t say anything when I opened the car door and got out. My brothers followed suit.

We silently walked up to the door, and Killian knocked. We waited.

It was almost comical how the three of us stood in front of the door, waiting for it to open.

Killian tapped the outside of his leg impatiently. He let out a small sigh and pulled out the lock-picking kit from the pocket of his jeans. “I don’t think anyone is home.”

“Or there’s a woman in the motel room. I doubt she would want to open the door for three unknown men standing in front of it,” I added.

Killian muttered something under his breath as he got to work. Maverick stood there impassively while I scanned my surroundings.

There wasn’t a soul in sight.

A sound clicked through the silence, which seemed to echo in the space between us as Killian stood up and pushed the door open.

He waved his hand like a magician, grinning a little.

Maverick walked in first, then I followed, tapping Killian's chest as I passed him.

I looked around the small room.

Although it was decorated with old furniture and peeling walls, it was surprisingly clean. The bed was made, and the only mess was a light scattering of clothes on the bed and near the table.

A sweet floral scent tickled my nose, and I couldn’t decide if I hated it or wanted to find out what kind of perfume this girl used.

I shook away the stupid thought and watched as Maverick started to look through the room, careful not to leave anything out of place.

Killian found a bra hanging across the back of a desk chair and picked it up with his index finger.

Our eyes met, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. This girl was obviously into pink lace.

Pink lace with little daisies sewed on the cups. It was both sexy and innocent.

My favorite kind of woman.

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