Chapter 10 Tight Spaces

• The hotel drips money — marble lobby floors, gold elevators that don’t squeak, hallways that smell like expensive lemons and the sweat of secrets nobody wants written down.
• Ellerei stalks down the plush corridor with Knox two steps behind her, his boots silent on thick carpet. She’s in sleek black again — high ponytail, throat bare, thigh holster hidden under a pencil skirt that’s one bend away from indecent if she’s not careful.
• Knox watches her hips like he doesn’t mean to. Like he always does.