Confessions

Duke paced impatiently along the curb in the hotel’s covered portico, anxiously watching for the telltale vehicles that would mean that Jay’s cavalry had at last arrived. The minutes had ticked by in an eternity. Despite his insistence otherwise, the damnable woman, Rachel Cummings, and her pretty boy escort, Dex Isaac, waited too, seated nearby on one of the two circular benches that surrounded a couple of sculpture fountains under the sheltered entry.

At least they’ve had the decency to sit quietly, he thought, pivoting quickly when engine noise caught his attention. His piercing green eyes landed on the cramped little Fiat that approached slowly, circled and stopped. Ride service, he dismissed mentally, watching as an older couple exited the vehicle and headed inside the hotel. He exhaled a long slow breath, summoning more patience.

At least two hours had passed since he’d spoken to Jay, and at this point it was getting closer to three. Duke was getting anxious. Caitlyn still had h