Chapter 11 The Ride Home

• They slip out the suite door with the ledger tucked safe and the door latch back in place like they were never there. The mark’s still drooling in silk sheets, his hired puppy girl giggling into the mirror as she fixes her smeared lipstick.
• Ellerei doesn’t look back. She just tugs the drape’s edge straight with a flick of her wrist — the last loose hair in the crime scene brushed away like a bad joke.
• Knox’s shoulder brushes hers as they slip down the hall — easy, smooth, every step humming with the heat they pretended wasn’t there behind that curtain.