valet stand Blake Johnson snapped to attention and strode over. “Going out, Mr. Brock?” As expected, his gaze dropped to Adam’s jacket.
“Just grabbing a sandwich.” Adam handed him the valet ticket. “We’re in the white Jeep.”
“Yes, sir.”
Blake stepped over to the cabinet and rummaged for the Jeep key as Krista rubbed her arms.
“I should have worn my coat. Feels like a front coming in.”
“Want my jacket?” Adam looked at her.
“I’m fine.”
“Really, take it.”
He dropped it over her shoulders as Blake watched, riveted. He was practically drooling, and Krista knew their plan was going to work. When they returned from lunch Krista would “accidentally” leave the jacket in the Jeep, where Blake would no doubt see it and make a grab. Meanwhile Scarlet was in place in the parking garage to record him stealing it. Earlier Krista had sneaked into Blake’s room in the staff wing to plant a hidden camera, so they could get footage of him tearing through the lining to look for the diamonds. If all went according to plan, they would simultaneously get evidence against Blake Johnson and exonerate Adam of any involvement smuggling the stones.
Blake grabbed the Jeep key and darted a longing look at Krista before sprinting across the driveway to the parking garage.
“This isn’t going to work,” Adam muttered beside her.
“Think positive.” She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. He’d never been a worrier—that was her department.
“Are you sure the camera’s in place?”
“I planted it myself.”
“You sure it’s working? The battery’s not out or anything?”
She gave him a baleful look.
“I’m just saying, Krista. What if your equipment’s bad? You were never great with technology.”
“We’re professionals , Adam. And cheating spouse cases are our bread and butter. We do surveillance practically every week.”
Blake returned with the Jeep in record time and rushed to get Krista’s door. His look was intense, and for a minute she thought he might snatch the jacket right off her shoulders.
She smiled at Adam over the Jeep. Everything was happening perfectly. This was going to work.
The throaty growl of an engine had Krista turning around, and a shiny black Ford F-250 rolled to a stop behind them. The door swung open and an impossibly sexy man with a two-day beard slid from the truck.
Krista’s stomach dropped.
R.J. peeled off his shades and looked at Adam. Then his blue eyes settled on Krista, and she felt a hot rush of nerves.
No, no, no. This wasn’t happening. Not now.
R.J. tossed his keys to the valet. Blake caught them one-handed and watched, perplexed, as he sauntered up to Krista.
“What are you doing here?” she sputtered.
He stopped in front of her. He looked at Adam, then at her again, and she felt the heat of his gaze from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She wasn’t cold anymore, but it had nothing to do with the jacket.
“Just passing through.” He lifted an eyebrow at her. “You got a minute?”
Chapter Nine
Krista led him around the side of the lodge where they could have a private conversation. She didn’t like leaving Adam alone with his stalker, but the real target was the jacket, which was still draped over Krista’s shoulders.
She stopped and gazed up at R.J. “You have to make this fast.”
He folded his arms over his big chest. “I just drove three hours to have a conversation with you.”
“This isn’t a good time, R.J. I can’t explain everything, but—”
“Fine, I’ll make it quick. Are you back together with your ex?”
“No.”
“What was it? A one-night stand?”
“No! It was nothing. Just a stupid reporter who made up the story.”
“He didn’t make up the picture of you two having dinner.”
The fury she’d felt with Dave was back again. “Scarlet was there. She was cut out of the picture. Really, it’s nothing.” She felt butterflies in her stomach.
“Just grabbing a sandwich.” Adam handed him the valet ticket. “We’re in the white Jeep.”
“Yes, sir.”
Blake stepped over to the cabinet and rummaged for the Jeep key as Krista rubbed her arms.
“I should have worn my coat. Feels like a front coming in.”
“Want my jacket?” Adam looked at her.
“I’m fine.”
“Really, take it.”
He dropped it over her shoulders as Blake watched, riveted. He was practically drooling, and Krista knew their plan was going to work. When they returned from lunch Krista would “accidentally” leave the jacket in the Jeep, where Blake would no doubt see it and make a grab. Meanwhile Scarlet was in place in the parking garage to record him stealing it. Earlier Krista had sneaked into Blake’s room in the staff wing to plant a hidden camera, so they could get footage of him tearing through the lining to look for the diamonds. If all went according to plan, they would simultaneously get evidence against Blake Johnson and exonerate Adam of any involvement smuggling the stones.
Blake grabbed the Jeep key and darted a longing look at Krista before sprinting across the driveway to the parking garage.
“This isn’t going to work,” Adam muttered beside her.
“Think positive.” She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. He’d never been a worrier—that was her department.
“Are you sure the camera’s in place?”
“I planted it myself.”
“You sure it’s working? The battery’s not out or anything?”
She gave him a baleful look.
“I’m just saying, Krista. What if your equipment’s bad? You were never great with technology.”
“We’re professionals , Adam. And cheating spouse cases are our bread and butter. We do surveillance practically every week.”
Blake returned with the Jeep in record time and rushed to get Krista’s door. His look was intense, and for a minute she thought he might snatch the jacket right off her shoulders.
She smiled at Adam over the Jeep. Everything was happening perfectly. This was going to work.
The throaty growl of an engine had Krista turning around, and a shiny black Ford F-250 rolled to a stop behind them. The door swung open and an impossibly sexy man with a two-day beard slid from the truck.
Krista’s stomach dropped.
R.J. peeled off his shades and looked at Adam. Then his blue eyes settled on Krista, and she felt a hot rush of nerves.
No, no, no. This wasn’t happening. Not now.
R.J. tossed his keys to the valet. Blake caught them one-handed and watched, perplexed, as he sauntered up to Krista.
“What are you doing here?” she sputtered.
He stopped in front of her. He looked at Adam, then at her again, and she felt the heat of his gaze from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She wasn’t cold anymore, but it had nothing to do with the jacket.
“Just passing through.” He lifted an eyebrow at her. “You got a minute?”
Chapter Nine
Krista led him around the side of the lodge where they could have a private conversation. She didn’t like leaving Adam alone with his stalker, but the real target was the jacket, which was still draped over Krista’s shoulders.
She stopped and gazed up at R.J. “You have to make this fast.”
He folded his arms over his big chest. “I just drove three hours to have a conversation with you.”
“This isn’t a good time, R.J. I can’t explain everything, but—”
“Fine, I’ll make it quick. Are you back together with your ex?”
“No.”
“What was it? A one-night stand?”
“No! It was nothing. Just a stupid reporter who made up the story.”
“He didn’t make up the picture of you two having dinner.”
The fury she’d felt with Dave was back again. “Scarlet was there. She was cut out of the picture. Really, it’s nothing.” She felt butterflies in her stomach.
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