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We wound up in a suite that wasn’t nearly as palatial as the penthouse, but your ordinary millionaire high roller would have been thrilled to stay there. I suppose for Connor it was merely adequate.

Johnny had checked out everything we owned, down to some embarrassing things in my overnight kit. Ever had a man search your emergency tampon stash? No? Not exactly fun.

But he found nothing.

We were safe to continue the discussion.

“What I don’t understand is why you didn’t tell me about your plans,” Sebastian sniffed.

Connor was pacing back and forth in front of the suite’s picture window – which was considerably smaller than the penthouse’s. “You knew about the solar company. And you knew about the meetings with the politicians, too.”

“I thought that was about opening a casino – you didn’t tell me how it all fit together.”

“I wanted to play this one close to the vest.”

“You told her,” Sebastian said, sounding miffed, like a little boy whose sister had gotten more ice cream than him.

“Ye