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“So I’ve been told.”
“Good night, Amber. Thank you for the dance.”
A sudden rush of warmth enveloped her, and she found her gaze dropping from his eyes to his lips. For a fleeting second, she imagined him kissing her good-night.
She shook away the wayward feeling and quickly exited the car. Zachary was upstairs waiting, and Roth was in the wings with a team of high-priced lawyers. Amber didn’t have time for kisses or fantasies or anything else.
* * *
Cole advanced through the hotel lobby, heading for the escalators that would take him back to the ballroom.
It didn’t take him long to spot Luca coming the other way, a pretty blond woman at his side.
“There you are,” said Luca as they met. “I wondered what had happened to you.”
“I left something in the ballroom,” said Cole.
“This is Destiny Frost. Turns out, she’s a friend of Amber Welsley.” Luca’s expression was inscrutable.
Cole played along, pretending Luca hadn’t planned to meet Destiny. “Nice to meet you.” He offered his hand.
She shook, and hers was slim and cool. “It’s a pleasure.”
“I offered Destiny a ride home,” said Luca. “You coming with us?” His expression told Cole a third wheel would not be particularly welcome.
Cole tipped his chin toward the escalator. “I have to grab something upstairs. Can you swing back and get me later?”
Luca gave a satisfied smile. “Will do.”
“Luca says you’re from Alaska?” asked Destiny.
“We are,” Cole replied.
“I’ve never been there.”
“It’s beautiful, magnificent.”
“It must be cold.”
Luca stepped in. “I’ve already offered to keep her warm.”
Destiny smiled and shook her head. “He’s shameless.”
“But harmless,” said Cole, intending to be reassuring, but also being honest. Luca was a perfect gentleman.
“I’ll text you on the way back?” asked Luca.
“Sounds good.” With a nod to both of them, Cole headed for the escalator.
He was going against the crowd, most people on their way out of the event. So he easily made it to the ballroom and headed for the chair where they’d parked Amber’s shoes.
To his surprise, they were gone.
“Seriously?” he muttered out loud.
He glanced around at the departing crowd. At an event this highbrow, somebody was going to steal a pair of shoes?
Then he caught a glint of gold in one of the waiter’s hands. He squinted. It was definitely Amber’s shoes. The man was headed toward a side exit.
Cole made a beeline after him, feeling better about human nature. The waiter obviously thought they’d been abandoned and was taking them to the hotel’s lost and found.
Cole wound his way through the tables and took the same exit, coming out into a long dim hallway. One direction obviously led to the kitchen, the other down a narrow flight of stairs. It seemed unlikely that the lost and found was in the kitchen, so he took the stairs.
At the bottom, he spotted the guy about thirty yards away. He called out, and the man turned.
“The shoes,” called Cole.
Before he could say anything more, the man bolted, running a few steps before shoving open a side exit.
“Are you kidding me?” Cole shouted, breaking into a run.
He burst through the side door, finding himself in an alley. He quickly scanned the area and spotted the guy at a run. He sprinted after the man. When he caught up, he grasped the guy’s left arm and spun him around, bringing him to a sliding halt.
“What’s going on?” Cole gasped. “You’re stealing a pair of shoes?”
“They’re my girlfriend’s.” The man was gasping for breath.
“They’re my girlfriend’s.” As he spoke, Cole couldn’t help but take note of the man’s unshaven face, and the rather wild look in his eyes. “You’re not a waiter.”
The man reached in his pants pocket and pulled a knife, flicking open a six-inch blade and holding it menacingly out in front of him.
“They’re shoes,” said Cole, adrenaline rushing into his bloodstream. Admittedly, they were nice shoes. And given the Hendersons’ wealth, they were likely ridiculously expensive. But what could they possibly bring this guy on the black market?
The man snarled. “Do yourself a favor and walk away.”
No way was that happening. Cole was returning Amber’s property to her. “Give me the shoes.”
“You want to get hurt?”
Suddenly, a low growl sounded next to Cole. His skin prickled, and he glanced cautiously down. But the mangy dog was staring at the man with the knife. It didn’t seem to be threatening Cole.
“He’ll go for your throat,” Cole lied.
The man glanced furtively at the dog.
The dog growled again.
“Drop the knife, or he’ll attack.”
The man hesitated, and the dog took a step forward. The knife clattered to the ground, along with the shoes, and the man took two rapid steps backward. Then he spun around and ran.
Cole took in the medium-size dog that was now wagging its tail, obviously feeling proud of himself.
“Good job,” he told the mutt, patting its head, finding sticky, matted fur.
He looked closer and realized the animal was painfully thin. It had a wiry, mottled coat, mostly tan, but black on the ears and muzzle. Its brown eyes looked world-weary and exhausted.
“You a stray?” Cole found himself asking.
He moved to pick up the shoes. When he straightened, the dog was watching him patiently.
“You probably want a reward for all that.”
The dog blinked.
“I don’t blame you.” Cole blew out a breath. He supposed the least he could do was buy the animal a burger.
“Come on, then.” He started down the alley toward the brightly lit street. The dog trotted at his heels.
At the front of the hotel, Cole reported the incident to one of the doormen, who sent someone to retrieve the knife. Cole learned that they’d had previous trouble with a thief impersonating a waiter at large events. If the knife had fingerprints on it, they might be able to catch the guy. It seemed likely he’d stolen more than just the shoes tonight.
Duty done, Cole and the dog then made their way down the street until they came to a fast-food restaurant.
Thinking it was a fifty-fifty shot the mutt would wait, Cole left it outside while he purchased two deluxe hamburgers. He was hungry after the fancy little portions at the pilots association event, and a burger didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.
When he returned to the street, the dog jumped to attention. It wolfed down the burger in two bites, so Cole gave it the second one, as well.
His phone chimed, and a text message told him Luca was sending back the empty car. Luca and Destiny were stopping for a nightcap.
Cole smiled at his friend’s luck, tossed the wrappers in the trash and headed back toward the hotel. Predictably, the dog followed along. It was sure to be disappointed when a meal didn’t appear at their next stop.
Cole took the animal back to the alley at the edge of the hotel property and pointed. “Go on, now,” he told it.
It looked up at him uncomprehendingly.
“Go home,” Cole commanded.
It didn’t move.
He made his voice sterner. “Go on.”
The dog ducked its head, eyes going sad.
Cole felt a shot to his chest.
He tried to steel himself against the guilt, but the effort didn’t pay off. He crouched down in front of the dog, scratching its matted neck and meeting its eyes. “I don’t know what you expect here.”
It pushed forward, nuzzling its nose against Cole’s thigh.
“Those are rented pants,” said Cole.
It pushed farther forward.
“I live in Alaska.”
Its tail began to wag.
“Crap.”
“Mr. Parker?” The driver appeared in Cole’s peripheral vision. “Are you ready to go, sir?”
Cole stood, drawing a deep sigh. “We’re ready.”
“We?”
“The dog’s coming, too.”
The driver glanced down at the scruffy animal. He hesitated, but then said, “Of course, sir.”
“Do you have a blanket or something to protect the seat?”
“I’ll get a newspaper from the doorman.”
“That’ll work,” said Cole. He looked to the dog. “You want to go for a car ride?”
Its head lifted. Its brow went up. And its tail wagged harder.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Cole knew he was making a stupid, emotional decision, one he’d likely regret very quickly. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave the animal behind.
He closed his eyes for a long moment. All this for a pair of shoes.
Three (#ulink_6ad73a3e-a2bc-5801-b413-f913ab8f684d)
The next morning, Cole headed for the Hendersons’ penthouse apartment to return Amber’s shoes. He took the dog with him, thinking maybe he’d stop by the shelter on his way back and drop it off. He told himself they were in the business of finding stray animals good homes.
The dog looked much more appealing since Cole had given him a bath in the hotel’s carwash bay. He smelled better, too, considerably better. And he’d probably put on five pounds between the room-service steak last night and the bacon and sausage breakfast.
The animal had been meticulously well behaved, and now stood quietly by Cole’s side while Cole rang the bell.
A minute later, Amber answered the door. She was dressed in faded blue jeans, bare feet poking out at the bottom. A stained T-shirt stretched across her chest, and she had what looked like oatmeal smeared in her hair. Zachary was bawling in her arms.
“The doorman said it was a delivery,” she told Cole over Zachary’s cries.
Cole held up the shoes. “It is a delivery.”
She focused on the shiny creations while struggling to hold the wiggling, howling Zachary. “Honestly, I’d hoped somebody might steal them.”
“You have got to be kidding.” Cole didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
