Page 50 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

Chapter Twenty

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When Joe got back to the ballroom and assured me that Sophie was safe, I headed back to my room. Since I’ve been here, I’ve gotten three calls from the same unknown number. I didn’t answer them. I hear my text ping.

This is Sophie’s friend Roman Garcia. I need to talk to you. Now.

I call him immediately. He picks up on the first ring.

“Is this Seb?”

“Yeah. What’s wrong with Sophie? Is she okay?”

“I just got done talking to her. I’m not sure what’s going on,” he says, “but I’d feel a lot better if you keep an eye on her until she gets back to Miami. Maisie seems to think you can be trusted.”

My entire body tenses up. “Why does anyone need to keep an eye on her? Is someone trying to hurt her? Do I need to go to her room right now?”

“No, she’s good for tonight, but I wouldn’t hate it if you met her at her room tomorrow morning and made sure she got to the airport safely.”

I jump off the bed and grab my keycard. “I’ll go camp outside her room right now, but you need to tell me a little more.”

He doesn’t say anything for a second. When he does, his voice has dropped into a low snarl. “What do you know about Gentry Randall?”

“Nothing good. He’s an asshole.” I resist the urge to put my fist through the wall. “Did he do something to her?”

“Not yet.”

“Do you know what room she’s in? I’m not going to be able to sleep now. I’ll get my security guy to watch her door.”

“Joe?” His voice gets even lower.

“Yeah. Do you know Joe?

He mumbles something that I can’t understand. I hear someone else reply to him. “No, I don’t know Joe, but Sophie has a bad feeling about him, too.”

“What?” I start pacing. “He walked Sophie to her room tonight. Did he do something? There’s no way. Joe’s a good guy.”

“I know you just met Sophie, but here are two things about her: One, she’s the best judge of character I’ve ever met. If she says there’s something off, there’s something off. And two, she’s tough as nails. I’ve seen her take apart plenty of people verbally, and physically if she needs to, but I’d still feel better if you had her back—”

“Nothing’s going to happen to her,” I say, my teeth clenched. “Trust me.”

“I do. Don’t let me down.” He hangs up without waiting for a reply.

I call Ken. It takes him a few rings to answer. He must have been sleeping.

“What’s up, Seb?” he yawns.

“What room is Sophie in?”

“What? Seb—”

“It’s not what you think. Settle down. Just give me the number.”

“Uh, hold on.” I hear some papers rustling in the background. “324. If you’re going to pay her a late-night visit, make sure Joe—”

“I’m not paying her a late-night visit. Get your mind out of the gutter.” I pause for a second. “This is between us, Ken. Don’t involve Joe. I’m serious.”

“Seb—” I hang up before he has a chance to finish.

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