Page 35 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“But oh… my… God, girl, you should’ve seen Isaac. He was all frantic and possessive when you wouldn’t wake up. He wouldn’t let anyone go near you, let alone touch you. It was h-o-t HOT. He only settled down when Cormack discovered the bottle of Xanax in your purse, and I explained we were drinking champagne before we left.”
“Cormack went through my purse?” My mind frantically strives to remember if I placed my FBI identification in there.
“Yeah.” Her mischievous eyes stare into mine.
“Harlow?” My tone is low, demanding further explanation.
“They also found your strip of condoms.”
“I don’t have condoms in my. . .”
Oh shit. Yes, I do.
“They’re an old stash. I haven’t used them in months. I packed them when I went on vacation. They were an emergency stash. Everyone has an emergency stash. Just in case… in case—”
“You need to have sex in a bathroom thirty thousand feet in the air?” Harlow waggles her brows.
I slap her arm. Her giggles erupt into a fit of boisterous muscle-clenching, cheek-tightening laughter. Her legs and arms fling out as she flops onto the bed dramatically.
Once her infectious laughter calms down, her eyes, glistening with tears, lift to mine.
“What was Isaac’s reaction to the condoms?” Curiosity echoes in my tone.
Harlow leans over and clenches my hand in hers. Her eyes bore into mine. It’s the most serious I’ve ever seen her.
“He growled. Not a dainty pussycat roar. He full-on growled a sexy-as-sin growl. Then he scooped you into his arms, and that’s where you stayed until he laid you on this bed.” Her eyes gloss over with excitement.
Upset I missed hearing Isaac’s sexy-as-sin growl, a ping of disappointment twists in my chest.
“He only left thirty minutes ago because he had some business calls to attend to. He made me promise I wouldn’t leave your side until he returned.”
“What time is it?”
Harlow rises from the bed and paces toward the floor-to-ceiling windows on each side of the headboard. Grasping the burgundy and gold pleated curtains, she dramatically opens them to reveal a blinding stream of sunlight that makes my eyes wince in pain from the brightness.
“I slept all afternoon and night?” I ask, my mind a jumbled mess of confusion.
The plane was scheduled to land at three o’clock in the afternoon, but there’s no doubt it’s morning sunlight streaming through the window.
“Yep.” The ‘p’ pops from her mouth.
She moves back to the bed, her face morphing from playful to taut with concern.
“Please don’t leave me alone with them for that long again.”
I initially giggle at her comment until I realize she’s serious. Tilting my head, I arch my brow, requesting further information.
“Cormack and I have been on a couple of dates.”
“I figured that part out when you rammed your tongue down his throat yesterday,” I interrupt, my tone cheeky.
Harlow grins before continuing. “He’s great, I like him, but I didn’t realize he was…this.”
Her hand gestures around our elegant surroundings. The room I’ve awoken in is massive, easily the size of a studio apartment. It’s elegantly decorated with antique furniture and abstract paintings, giving it the distinct aura of wealth and superiority.
“First a stretch limousine, then a private jet, and now…” She stops midsentence, her brows scrunching. “I don’t think calling this residence a mansion would be a justified response. I’ve already gotten lost three times this morning.”
This time when I chuckle, she joins me.
