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that time, we’ll be on the East Coast.” Mick changed lanes. “We can grab a few girls and start our own business.”
    “No rules.”
    “No rules,” Mick agreed.
    A memory of the blond formed in his mind. Long-legged, polished hair and nails, expensive clothes. Everything about Hannah Barrett screamed class and money. He deserved her. But without exceeding the legal speed limit, he’d be parking outside Hannah Barrett’s house Saturday night, planning her abduction and his revenge.

Chapter Four
    The hospital hallway bustled with activity. From the bed nearest the door, Hannah held an ice pack to her face. The ache in her temple echoed all the way down to her tailbone. She was glad the second bed had been empty all night.
    “I called your brother.” Royce frowned down at her.
    Hannah turned her head to listen out of her uninjured ear. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
    Royce shot her a Seriously? look. “You were assaulted, and you’ve spent the night in the hospital.”
    “Only because you made me,” she scoffed. “I need to call Grant and tell him I’m fine.” Grant would worry, and his anxiety had been elevated since they’d lost Lee.
    Hannah sat up. The small pains radiating through her body foretold of up-and-coming bruises. But her injuries were minor. She was lucky, unlike the girl who’d been abducted.
    “He’s already on his way.” He glanced at his watch. “In fact, he should be here soon. His plane lands at ten forty-five.”
    Hannah adjusted the hard pillow. “He’s going to miss Faith’s birthday tomorrow.”
    “I’ve booked you two first-class seats into Albany leaving this afternoon. I’m going to New York to get up to speed on the Tate contract.”
    Hannah’s brain absorbed the breadth of his statement. He was taking her client away. “Why? I worked my butt off preparing for that deal.”
    Royce sighed. “Did you not listen to the doctor?”
    “I heard him.”
    “In case he wasn’t clear,” Royce said, “you have a ruptured eardrum and a concussion, but thankfully, there’s no bleeding in your thick head. You are taking some time off whether you like it or not. There’ll be other deals. Besides, I’ve been in car accidents. I know every part of your body must hurt right now.”
    She tried to summon a glare, but scrunching up her eyes hurt. “The doctor said the concussion was mild and my eardrum will heal on its own. I’ll be fine by the time my vacation is over.”
    “You will not return to work until my neurologist clears you.” Royce’s voice softened. “Your job is not in jeopardy, Hannah. It will be waiting for you no matter how long it takes for you to get better.” He stepped closer. His fingers closed around hers. “You know I care about you.”
    The way he touched her hand set off warning bells. If her head didn’t feel like it was stuffed with dynamite, she would have been shocked by his admission.
    “You’re my boss. Our relationship is entirely professional.” Hannah slid her hand away. Her reputation would be shredded if anyone heard Royce’s comment. She would not be that woman who slept her way to success. She’d advanced her career through hard work. Even without professional restrictions, he wasn’t her type. Though good-looking, Royce was too polished. The man used more hair products than she did.
    A knock sounded on the door frame, and a man in a suit walked in. A badge on his belt identified him as part of the Las Vegas Metropolitan PD. A folder was tucked under his arm. Hannah had given a statement to another policeman hours earlier in the parking lot of Carnival.
    “Ms. Barrett.” He narrowed critical eyes at her. “I’m Detective Douglas. Are you up to answering more questions?”
    “Yes.”
    Douglas nodded toward Royce and the door, obviously suggesting her boss exit.
    “I’m Ms. Barrett’s attorney.” Royce stepped back, but he didn’t leave the room.
    The cop sighed, ignored Royce, and focused on Hannah. “I have