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Agent Ren Bryce Thriller Series Books 1-3: Blood Runs Cold, Time of Death, Blood Loss
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Ren looked at him. ‘They are innumerable.’ She paused. ‘I’m going to use the bathroom … not that that will solve anything.’ She walked to the door. Her phone beeped as she was about to go down the stairs. She read the text.
Hey. R u around? Billy.
Her heart flipped. She went down to the bathroom and almost turned her phone off and took her battery out. When she got upstairs, she texted back.
N. In Denver.
He texted back.
Me 2. Where?
No. Not again. No way.
Chapter 38 (#u8bb60e53-87b4-54e1-a600-62c12d8c99b9)
The Hotel Teatro was the hotel that Ren recommended to anyone she knew who wanted to stay in the city. She had stayed there herself a few times, so she recognized the wallpaper when she woke up. And she recognized the arm again. Billy Waites was just not the kind of guy to sleep on the other side of the bed. He woke up and pulled her closer to him. She groaned.
‘Oh no,’ said Billy. ‘Are you not happy this morning?’
‘Billy …’ She remembered spending most of the previous evening telling him why they couldn’t be together.
Billy sang a few lines about regrets.
‘Oh my God,’ she laughed. ‘You look like you can sing.’
‘Yeah, no. I cannot sing. But do you want to see some more of my moves?’
She had no answer for that.
‘Come here, baby,’ he said.
Jesus – baby.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer again. He kissed her, then stopped. He looked her straight in the eye. To see would she stop him. She did not.
‘Do you feel better now?’ he said afterwards.
‘Stop.’
‘You were angry drunk last night,’ said Billy.
‘Was I?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did I say something terrible to you?’
‘No,’ he said. ‘But you just weren’t… chilled.’
‘I had a bad day. And a very long drinking day.’
She got out of bed and went into the shower. She stood under the hot water, sorting through Aveda products, smiling in spite of herself … because a bad feeling had sprouted claws inside her and wasn’t about to release its grip. Why had Billy come to Denver? Her stomach turned. Coincidence. But as she reached for the towel, there was the tiniest shake in her hand. She put on the bathrobe and walked back into the bedroom, picking up her clothes as she went. Billy was curled under the covers, looking out the window, his bare back to her. She dressed quickly. He turned around when he heard her grab her purse.
‘But I just ordered breakfast,’ he said. ‘Pancakes, bacon, maple syrup, fruit, coffee … eggs, toast, croissants …’
‘You forgot the nothing.’
‘Just covering the bases. I mean, I don’t know what you eat for breakfast.’
‘Ugh.’
‘What?’ said Billy.
‘Well, you don’t know what I eat for breakfast, but you’ve … you know.’
He laughed. ‘So what? You feeling cheap?’
‘Stop always getting to the point.’
‘Stop dancing around shit, Ren. Loosen up. You’re not cheap. You’re expensive.’
‘I’m still going. I’ll settle the bill on my way out.’
He frowned. ‘No you won’t.’
‘Yes, I –’
‘No.’
‘Fine.’
‘Thanks.’
‘For what?’
‘For the … hotel.’
Billy laughed again. ‘If you ever want another … hotel, let me know. I could give you hotels all night long.’
He couldn’t see her smiling as she closed the door behind her.
Ren walked quickly through the hotel lobby. The guy at the concierge desk was huge and smiling.
‘Good morning, madame.’
‘Hi, how are you?’ said Ren. Personally, I am troubled.
‘I am good this morning. Can we give madame a ride anywhere?’
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