Chapter 6
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THE NEXT MORNING, SHE FELT BETTER THAN she’d anticipated. Her feet hurt a little because she’d never found the right moment to get rid of the shoes. But considering she hadn’t hit the mattress until nearly four a.m., she was doing okay.
She couldn’t say it was because she had a rare two days off in a row. Preparing for a party, giving a party, recovering from a party wasn’t time off in her book. But it had kept the task she had today off her mind.
In any case, she felt better in normal clothes and a good pair of boots.
She found Roarke in his office, his feet propped on his desk as he talked on a headset. “That will do very well.” He held up a finger, signalling her that he was nearly done. “I’ll expect you then. Yes. Yes, I’m sure I will. Thank you.”
He took off the headset, smiled at her. “Well, you look rested.”
“It’s nearly eleven.”
“So it is. I imagine some of our guests are still in bed—a sign of a successful party.”
“Pouring Peabody and McNab into one of your limos so that Mavis and Leonardo could cart them into their apartment’s probably another sign. What was that all about? You don’t usually use a headset at your desk.”
“A quick call to Santa.”
“You haven’t, like, gone completely insane with the presents, right?”
His smile remained easy and mild. “So, it seemed as if you and Mira were back to normal.”
Of course he’d gone insane with presents, she thought. And there was no point fighting it.
“Yeah, we’re good. In fact, she wanted me to stop by today, and I was thinking maybe I would.” She slid her fingers into her pockets, gave a little shrug. “Maybe talking to her about all this will put it to bed. Figuring that, you really don’t have to come with me to the hotel. If they’re still at the hotel.”
“As of an hour ago, they were. And haven’t indicated they plan to check out today. I’m going with you.”
“It’s really okay if you—”
“I’m going,” he repeated, and swung his feet to the floor, rose. “If you want to speak with Mira alone, I’ll drop you there afterward. I’ll either come back for you myself and we could go have ourselves a nice meal somewhere, or I’ll send a car. Are you ready now?”
No point fighting this either, she decided. Better to save all the energy for the
face-to-face with Trudy. “As I’ll ever be.” She stepped up, put her arms around him, and squeezed. “In case I get all worked up and pissed off and forget to thank you later.”
“So noted.”
* * *
It wasn’t a fleabag, Eve decided when she studied the facade of the hotel. In a city of five-diamond hotels, it maybe earned a half carat. It didn’t run to parking, so Roarke had paid an obscene amount in a private lot a block east. But then his ride was probably worth more than the building that housed the hotel and some souvenir shop called Tokens on Ten.
It didn’t run to doormen either, and what passed for its lobby was a double-wide alcove with a counter. Behind it and a security screen was a droid clerk fashioned to resemble a man in his forties suffering from male-pattern baldness.
He wore a tired white shirt, and as bored an expression as a droid could manage.
“Checking in? Luggage?”
“Not checking in. No luggage. Try this instead.” Eve drew out her badge.
Bored became long-suffering. “Was there a complaint? No one filed a complaint through me. All our licenses are in order.”
“I need to speak to one of your guests. Lombard, Trudy.”
“Oh.” He swiveled to his register comp. “Ms. Lombard has a Do Not Disturb on her room. She hasn’t taken it off yet today.”