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Liam didn’t need to hear him say Evie’s name to know he was talking about her. “I’ve already asked you when you started sleeping with Evie, but I guess the question should have been how long have you been in love with her?”
The SUV cleared through the congestion on the interstate, and Samuel blazed down the straightaway. “Cohen, I can’t recall a second of my life when I wasn’t.”
Chapter 10
Eviehadtogiveit to Jamison. The hotel was nice.
Not that she was surprised. Her sister’s tastes were impeccable, but it also helped that she’d searched through images of the hotel on her phone before getting out of the car in the parking garage. Leaving on a whim to travel or go somewhere out of her routine was something Evie had always dreamed of being able to do, but that was easier said than done. Coming to New Orleans wasn’t like taking on the job at Fairweather, where she had a touchstone—a safety net—with Samuel, Ben, or Abe close by if she needed help.
Out here in the wild, there was no one. She and Jamison were off on their own, and the realization of that was terrifying.
“I have a room booked under Fairweather,” Jamison told the front desk clerk. “And can we stay on the fourteenth floor? I hear it’s haunted.”
The clerk nodded, her nails clacking over the keys of the computer. “Did you have one room or two?”
“Just the one.”
Evie studied the lobby layout, eyeballing the distance between the desk and the doors. The exit lay straight behind them, with a restaurant to her right and the carousel bar, which she kind of wanted to ride, next to it. A sign by the front desk indicated the ballrooms were down the corridor on her left, and the elevators to the guest rooms were close to them.
With an escape route in place, should they need it, she turned back to the desk clerk just in time to hear her ask Jamison a question.
“Is the reservation under Samuel or Jamison Fairweather?”
To her credit, Evie didn’t laugh outright. She wanted to but kept her excitement contained, grinning at the lady behind the desk.
“Jamison,” her sister replied through clenched teeth. “And please keep my room as far from the other Fairweather reservation as possible.”
“Far, far away,” Evie added, shrugging when Jamison looked at her questionably. “I’ve been told I’m loud.”
“That’s disgusting.” Jamison shoved her from the desk. “Go stand in the corner. You’re going to make me vomit all over this lovely woman.”
Evie did laugh then, giddy with relief at knowing Samuel would soon be there. Yes, he would probably strangle her on site, but she would make it up to him.
She stepped aside to let Jamison deal with the clerk and called Annabeth. “Thanks for the warning.”
“They’ve been watching me like a hawk,” Annabeth whispered. “Ben is super pissed and wouldn’t allow me to call. He said to let Samuel handle you, whatever that means.”
“You don’t think he’ll get in trouble with Cohen, do you?”
“Cohen is with him. He claimed he wanted to check out your grandmother, but Abe and I think it’s because of Jamison.”
Evie’s gaze shot to her sister, who remained picture perfect after the long ride. “I guess he really is like all the other men in the world. They just can’t resist her,” she said, making Annabeth snort. “Keep me posted.”
Annabeth promised she would and hung up.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jamison asked, wheeling her luggage over with their room keys in hand. “What’s wrong?”
“What happened between you and Cohen?”
Suddenly finding the lobby’s massive grandfather clock interesting, Jamison locked eyes with it, avoiding Evie’s stare. “Nothing.”
“Cohen is with Samuel,” Evie said, happy to have some leverage over her sister after everything she’d been through that morning. “And no one thinks it has anything to do with the investigation.”
Pink tinted Jamison’s high cheekbones. Men were rarely a top priority for her, since she had so many always at her beck and call. Seeing how Cohen had her so out of sorts was something entirely new.
“Was it because of what he said about Samuel and me?”
Jamison chewed at her bottom lip. “He was digging around about Mom and how she died.”
