Mom didn’t sleep at all last night. House is in shambles. The FBI is on MY LIST. That text was accompanied by a cat with narrowed, grumpy eyes. Next, there was a picture of a cat rolled up in brown paper like a submarine sandwich. Savannah has locked herself in her room. The final picture was a cat on its hind legs, with tongue stuck out and its eyes opened wide. PS: I’m outside your hotel right now. You are very popular with the valets.
Grayson almost grinned. In the elevator, on the way down to fetch her, he received a fourth text—no cat picture this time. PPS: I like your friend!
CHAPTER 80
GRAYSON
Grayson Hawthorne did not have friends. He definitely didn’t have friends in Phoenix. The muscles between his shoulder blades tightened as he stepped off the elevator and cut through the lobby.
Someone had approached Gigi, claiming to be his friend.
Grayson’s hand hit the door, throwing it open. He heard Gigi’s voice almost immediately. “Take that! I made you smile.”
Grayson turned to see his little sister standing within two feet of Mattias Slater. Eve’s spy.
“I don’t smile.” Slate—as Eve had called him—stared Grayson’s sister down.
“Of course not,” Gigi said solemnly. “The upturning of your lips that I saw a few moments ago was nothing more than a twitch. A dark and broody twitch.”
Grayson was beside them—between them—in an instant. He locked eyes with the threat. Slate’s blond hair hung in his face, but behind it, his dark stare was piercing.
“The two of you must have so much fun,” Gigi deadpanned.
Grayson turned his back on his opponent—an insult, and Mattias Slater knew it. Grayson caught Gigi’s gaze and held it. “Go inside.”
Gigi did not go inside. “I can’t! Your friend promised me mimosas and grilled cheese.”
“I did not.”
Grayson could practically hear Slate’s scowl.
“You did,” Gigi replied, leaning around Grayson to shoot an impish look at Eve’s lackey. “With your eyes!”
Grayson shifted, shielding Gigi once more. He turned his head slowly toward Mattias Slater’s. “Step. Back.”
A valet hurried over. “Is there a problem here, Mr. Hawthorne?”
Grayson kept himself under control, even though the idea that this guy had gotten close enough to Gigi to hurt her made him want to take care of the problem permanently. “Have him removed.”
The valet rushed to call security.
Mattias Slater still hadn’t stepped back. “Vincent Blake had a heart attack this morning. A bad one.” His voice held no emotion whatsoever; the absence of it—and any hint of his humanity—was chilling. “He’s in surgery. Eve has called me back to Texas. She could be in danger, given the circumstances.”
The circumstances being that she was Vincent Blake’s sole heir—but hadn’t been for all that long.
“And that matters to me why?” Grayson asked.
“Maybe it doesn’t,” Slate replied. Then, with speed and grace that was nothing short of lethal, Mattias Slater somehow made his way past Grayson to Gigi.
“Careful with this one, sunshine,” the light-haired, dark-eyed spy murmured to her, nodding to Grayson. “He’s playing his own game. I’d hate for you to get burned.”
Grayson didn’t hold back this time. He went for Slate, but the slippery bastard wasn’t standing where he’d been a moment before. Aware of Gigi’s dismay and the security guards incoming, Grayson managed to reel himself in. Barely. “Tell Eve that I know that she tipped off the FBI. If she wants my attention, she’s got it.”
And she’s going to wish she didn’t.
“I’ll tell her.” Slate cast one last look at Gigi. “Take care, sunshine.”
Grayson didn’t look away from Mattias Slater until he’d disappeared around the corner. Then he turned his attention to his sister.
“On the one hand,” Gigi said earnestly, “my powers of inference suggest that he’s probably bad news? But on the other hand…” Grayson absolutely did not trust the spark of glee in her eyes. “He’s probably very bad news.” Gigi said that like it was a good thing.
It was not a good thing. “Don’t even think about it,” Grayson told her.
His sister grinned. “Who’s Eve?”
Grayson took advantage of the fact that they had an obvious audience to delay answering that question. He gave Gigi a look. “Upstairs.”
CHAPTER 81
GRAYSON
Gigi restrained herself while they were in the elevator, but Grayson could see her practically bursting with questions. In less than a minute, he’d have to supply her with answers of some kind.
Consider your options. Project the likely outcomes. Calculate risks.
The moment the two of them were alone in the black-card suite, Gigi burst. “So… who’s Eve?”
“It’s complicated.”
Gigi grinned. “I love complicated!”
“She’s Toby Hawthorne’s—now Toby Blake’s—recently discovered biological daughter.” Grayson committed to a course of action. He’d lied to Gigi enough. In the future, he’d probably have to lie to her more. This wasn’t a secret he had to keep.
“Family drama.” Gigi clapped her hands in front of her body. “I dig it! And Toby is…”
“My uncle.”
“So Eve’s your cousin?”
Grayson’s entire body clenched at that question. “Legally, no. Biologically, also no.” Toby was adopted. Eve had another man’s name on her birth certificate. She’d only met the Hawthornes—Grayson and Toby included—in adulthood. “Like I said, it’s complicated. What’s not complicated is that she’s dangerous—and so is that guy you were talking to outside.”
“Just out of curiosity,” Gigi said, her tone wheedling, “does he have a name?”
Mattias Slater. “Not one that you need to know,” Grayson told Gigi. “I need you to promise me that if you ever see him again, you’ll run.”
“Well…,” Gigi hedged. “What if…”
“No,” Grayson told her. “Just no, Juliet. If you see him, you get the hell out of there, and you call me. I’m fairly certain that Eve is responsible for setting the FBI on your mother yesterday, and I can’t swear that she won’t do worse.”
Eve had been a mistake, and if there was one thing that Grayson Hawthorne knew with every fiber of his being, it was that his mistakes always came back to haunt him.
“Why would she do that?” Gigi asked, crinkling her nose. When Grayson wasn’t forthcoming with an answer, she sighed. “Fine. If I see Mr. Tall, Dark-Eyed, and Broody again, I’ll call you. Code name: Mimosas. And if you’re wondering if it’s because I could get drunk just looking at the eyes, the cheekbones, the tattoos, honey-golden hair and sun-kissed skin, that little scar through his eyebrow…”
Grayson gave Gigi his most quelling look, and she plopped down on the floor next to the reassembled puzzle box.
“Any progress?” she asked.
Grayson didn’t say no. He didn’t lie to her per se. Instead, he sat down on the floor next to her and met her eyes. “I thought it might help to start again from the beginning.”
And that was what they did. They removed the loose strip of wood from the top of the box, sliding it out, then flipping it over to remove the tool. Gigi turned the box upside down, and Grayson used the magnet end of the tool to remove the panel on the bottom of the box, revealing a hole in which the other side of the tool could be inserted. That loosened the strips of wood on the top, allowing them to be pressed down on the ends to enter the combination that triggered another release. Off came another panel on the box, revealing a small opening, barely larger than a USB.
“Have we tried shaking it?” Gigi said thoughtfully. She didn’t wait for an answer. She shook the box—and out fell the USB key.
Grayson wondered then if he’d made a mistake by making it easier for the girls to open the box, but he didn’t let himself linger on the question for long. Regret never pays dividends, boys. Remember that. Once you start second-guessing yourself, you’ve failed.
“Was this here before?” Gigi asked, scrunching up her forehead. “Because I kind of feel like this wasn’t here before.”
“We didn’t check,” Grayson told her, willing her to drop it.
With a grin, Gigi did. She stuck the faux USB into the opening and twisted it, then hesitated. “We should wait for Savannah,” she declared, fishing her phone out of her pocket and firing off a text. “She’ll want to be here for this.”