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However, if she started leaning on him now, where would it stop? She’d prove nothing to Slade about her abilities.
    Turning a corner, she saw four armed men—security. Two sat in chairs, the other two stood guard over the rooms behind them. “Must be the family quarters,” she muttered.
    Just then a woman in a hijab exited from one of the doors. Veiled to her eyes, her head covered, it could be anyone, but Keira caught a glimpse of black, exotic eyes that tilted at the ends—and a flash of a ruby ring. Was this the same woman who’d left the party downstairs? The woman saw them and slipped back into her room.
    Grabbing Brock’s arm, she pulled him to her and whispered in his ear. “I need to find out who that is.” Wrapping her fingers around his tie, she pulled him out in front of the guards, and then she kissed him.
    ***
    Brock didn’t have time to grab a breath. Keira pulled him into the hallway and pulled his mouth down to hers. He put his hand on her slim hips and gave in to the heat washing over him. He couldn’t pull her close enough, couldn’t get enough of her. He heard a distant chuckle and knew the guards were watching.
    Pulling back, Keira swayed. She gave him a lopsided smile and grinned. “Where’s your room, honey-bear?” She slurred her words as if she’d been drinking way more than she should. With a giggle, she headed for the guards, dragging Brock by the hand.
    Picking up on her cue, Brock tried to hold her back—but not too much. “Sweetie, you’re going—”
    She bumped into one guard. The guy grabbed her so she wouldn’t fall. She gave a screech, and Brock stepped between them. Keira slipped to one side, and Brock faced off with the guard. “Hey, buddy, that’s my girl you’re messing with.” He pushed the guy in the chest. All four guards stood and stepped between him and the rooms behind. Keira slapped a hand over her mouth as if she were going to be sick.
    Moving fast, she ducked into a room—the same one the veiled woman had gone into. One of the guards started after her, but Brock tripped the guy. Guns came out. Brock spread his hands wide. “Not looking for trouble.”
    Keira came out of the bedroom, her hair mussed and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She swayed and stumbled over to Brock. “I don’t feel so good.”
    Wrapping an arm around her waist, Brock told her, “Let’s get you horizontal.”
    She grinned. “Oh, yeah, my stud-muffin. Let’s do just that.” She giggled.
    He led her back to her room, too aware of the guns still out and the eyes trained on his back. One of the guards followed him, and he was going to have to have words with the head of security about this kind of thing. Those guys should have split up, put someone on Keira and stopped her from entering. They’d been too focused on him and weren’t thinking a woman could be a threat. That kind of thinking could get you dead.
    Inside her room, Keira dropped the drunken act. “Nothing. That woman wasn’t there—meaning she’s got a way in and out that Trent doesn’t know about.”
    Brock glanced around. The habit was automatic—you sized up the scene to make sure it was safe. Always.
    Keira’s room looked a lot like his. Thick, patterned carpets, big furniture, and a lot of drapery. Carved wood decorated the walls with pillars and elaborate doorways—sandalwood and cedar, he expected, both local exports from Jawhara. The effect was like being in a tent, but he found all of that heavy fabric a little stuffy.
    He would have preferred naked walls and fewer places for bugs to be planted and people to hide. He headed to the TV, turned it on, found a station playing country, and turned up the volume.
    Keira wrinkled her nose. “Couldn’t you find some real music?”
    Ignoring her question, he asked, “You think she used the window to get out?”
    Keira shoved a hand into her messy hair. “Locked from the inside. I’m going to need another look at that room.”
    “I’ll talk