Guardians of Stone -- Dec 2012, Montlake Romance.
A feisty heroine with a sixth sense and two sexy heroes—a mercenary and a dark, eccentric billionaire—are on a hunt for four powerful relics that could change their lives…and the course of history.
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“Yeah.” Jake followed the guard to the ninth floor. The elevator doors opened and Jake slipped out first. Partway down the hall they spotted her hiding behind a marble sculpture, staring at a door.
“That her?” the security guard asked. Kendall hadn’t seen them.
Jake nodded. He wanted to wring her neck.
“What’s she doing?” the guard asked.
He didn’t know, but he was sure as hell going to find out. “We have friends staying on this floor. Probably can’t remember which room they’re in.”
The security guard frowned. “She could’ve called the front desk and asked.”
“Yeah, well, she’s got looks, but brains…What can I say? You can’t have it all.”
Surprisingly, the guard accepted the explanation and left. Slack security, Jake thought. He’d have to warn Nathan about his choice of hotels. He crept down the hall toward Kendall. She was so focused on the door she didn’t hear him sneak up behind her. He grabbed her arm. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled in her ear.
She jumped, but he held on to her. He hadn’t realized how worried he’d been until he felt her squirming in his arms. And that made him even more pissed than he already was. He let go of her, and she whirled, eyes flashing, face hot. God, she was gorgeous.
“Care to tell me why you’re hiding behind a sculpture instead of in your room where you’re supposed to be?”
“I’m uh…” She glanced at the door.
“You were looking for the guy in the elevator.” Jake shook his head in disgust. “You’re looking to accidentally bump into him so you can get laid, and here I was worried that you’d been chopped up in little pieces and smuggled out of the hotel in a suitcase.”
Kendall scowled. “If I was that desperate to get laid, I wouldn’t chase down a stranger. Heck, you’re sniffin’ at me every ten seconds.”