Triple Score

He picked up the phone and turned it on, thanking his lucky stars Sara had insisted they exchange cell numbers. Ignoring the notifications that flashed on the screen, he opened a new text message and started typing.

Thanks for dropping off my phone. Hope you enjoyed the show.

He figured he’d have to wait for her response after he hit Send, but he was wrong. She must have been between patients or on a break or something, because almost immediately he could see she’d started typing. A few seconds later, her answer appeared.

Not me, hot shot. You can thank your ballerina friend. Can’t wait to hear about the show.

She ended the text with a winky face emoji.

Jackpot. Noelle was his Peeping Tom. Again. And this time she’d gotten even more of an eyeful—and earful—than last time.

Whistling, he texted Sara back.

I’d do that if I could find her. Haven’t seen her all week.

He hoped Sara might have some idea of Noelle’s whereabouts. Then he could ambush the Duchess and have some fun messing with her.

And man, did he want to mess with her. Big time.

Again, Sara’s answer came quickly.

She’ll be here any minute. Has PT until 4:00. And you know my zero tolerance policy on interruptions.

Jace checked the clock on his phone. He had just enough time to change, return a few calls, and be lying in wait for Noelle outside the PT room when she finished up with Sara. His thumbs flew on the keyboard as he sent his response.

No problem. Tell her I’ll catch up with her at dinner. Thx.