Page 47 of No Limits

They made their way to a VIP elevator where a staff member was waiting to let them on. Someone had warned them they were coming. Key cards were required to even enter the elevator corridor.

They rode to the twenty-fifth floor and were escorted to room 2573.

Kimberly opened the door, and it was obvious she’d been crying. Memphis pulled her into a hug.

“I’m so sorry, Kim. What do you need?” Part of him wanted to grill her. See just how much she knew about Andrew’s criminal behavior, but one look at her told Memphis she was just as surprised as he was.

“I’m not sure. They froze a bunch of my assets. Andy and I had already put most of our stuff into joint accounts with both our names on it. The only reason I can even survive is one credit card I hadn’t consolidated yet.”

Memphis whistled. It hadn’t even been twelve hours since Andrew’s arrest. They moved fast.

Kimberly stepped further into the hotel suite. “Come in. Come in. I’m sure you have things you need to ask me. I’m not sure I have any answers, but I’ll do the best I can.”

Memphis gave a solemn nod as they followed her in, letting the door shut behind them.

“I’ll set you up with some emergency funds to cover anything you need. Are you going back to Arizona right away?”

Kimberly shook her head. “I don’t know. Honestly. I broke off the wedding and I just want to put all this behind me, but there are vendors to call and cancel and some of them I still have to pay. God, Memphis. What the fuck was he thinking? We have plenty of money.”

Memphis let the woman ramble as she paced the room.

When she fell quiet, Jeremy cleared his throat. “I hate to ask, but do you have anything of his here that we can look at to get some answers? He wouldn’t talk to us.”

Kimberly shook her head. “I think he has a tablet in that suitcase.”

Memphis grabbed the bag she pointed to and opened it.

“This is company property, but I still need your consent to take it,” he said, holding up a sleek tablet in a black leather case.

Kimberly waved. “Yes, please. Take it. I’m at the point that I want to just burn his shit. But I’m a woman of society and good breeding, so that isn’t allowed. I’ve got six months to grieve before my family will expect me to move on and marry someone else.”

It was a part of high society that Memphis never understood.

“Andrew is supposed to be a man of good breeding,” he said with a shrug. “If you want to light some things on fire, come to the house later. I’m sure we can arrange something.”

Jeremy plugged his ears. “I cannot be privy to your discussion of destruction of property,” he said.

That made Kimberly giggle.

“Seriously, though. If you need a place to lie low, call me. I’ll talk to Rylee about you staying at the house or I can put you up in one of my other properties.”

Kimberly gave him a kind smile. “I’m glad you found someone, Memphis. Really.”

He kicked himself for bringing up Rylee when the woman in front of him was in the process of canceling her wedding. It was a jackass move.

“We should get going if we’re going to dig into this before lawyers and investigators demand I hand it over. I’ll call you about dinner at the house.”

They were back in the SUV five minutes later. Memphis had already had enough of this day. He was ready to drop his attorney off and head back to the house to spend some time with Rylee. Then he remembered he needed to pick up her best friend. He didn’t want to be resentful of Rylee’s friends, but he wanted her all to himself for a few more weeks.

When the SUV pulled up the long driveway of the villa, he jumped out as soon as they reached the front door, having told Carla he wanted to spend a few minutes alone with Rylee before she came downstairs. He took his jacket off in the entry and jogged up the stairs. His excitement over quality time with Rylee was curbed when he opened the bedroom door and found it empty.

“Rylee?” he called as he backed out and went down the hall to the room she’d slept in her first few nights here. It was empty too. Had she left? Perhaps his declarations of love had been too much. He checked the pool house and patio next but didn’t spot her. As he was about to go back in the house and start making phone calls, he spotted the security guard he’d left at the house standing near the grove of trees that had been planted by landscapers. It looked like a forest in the middle of a desert. Something he’d thought was a nice touch when he took over the villa from Hunter. He jogged over.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Miss Colton asked for some privacy while she took a walk, so I’m standing here. She’s not far ahead of me.”

Memphis scowled but didn’t yell at the man the way he wanted to. He glanced at his phone. The screen showed full bars. She would have gotten his messages. Was she deliberately disobeying him? Perhaps it was the perfect opportunity to remind her of their arrangement.

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