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Did I miss the gala and my chance to see Katherine in the dress? Yes. But with any luck, I can convince her to model it for me later.
I drag my tired carcass into Katherine’s building and am relieved to see Vic sitting behind the desk. He was the first one to welcome Katherine to the building, and I know he looks out for her. And since I forgot my keycard, which activates the elevator, I’m going to need a favor because I want to surprise Katherine.
The security guard smirks, his thick black brows lifting at the succulent in my hand. “Kingston. Been a while.”
He stands and extends his right hand. I juggle the plant and give him a firm shake. “Hi, Vic. How’s it going?”
He glances around. “A bit busy.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Miss Montgomery sure is popular.” His gaze flicks to a stack of notes an inch deep.
Are those all from today? She’s going to freaking hate this.
I don’t care for so many people knowing where she lives. Glancing over my shoulder, I give the stragglers on the sidewalk a closer inspection.
“I’m here to surprise her, see how she’s doing. But I’m afraid I forgot my key card.”
He nods, not phased by my forgetfulness. “She’s out at the moment. But I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”
A quick tap on the keyboard, and he nods again. Apparently, I’m still on the approved guest list, thank heavens.
“And how long will you be staying?”
“Undetermined.”
“We’ll say a week,” Vic says.
“Sure.”
Frustration boils through my veins. Two million dollars? I scrub a hand down my face, then glance across the polished lobby to the hall where the bank of elevators waits to zip me up to her apartment.
Why are Gabriel Rothburn and Alexander Hunt putting that sort of money on a date with Kat? According to her, she and Gabe get on like oil and water.
Did something change?
Something she hasn’t told me?
I need to get to the bottom of it. Now.
Except Vic seems to be taking his sweet time. Is he trying to make me sweat? Now’s not the time to rush the guy who’s saving me from having to haul all this crap up forty flights of stairs.
He slides a keycard across the marble counter. “I’m glad you’ll be here to support her. Ms. Montgomery’s always been so nice to us.” He circles his finger around in the air, and I know he means the apartment staff.
“Of course.” I tap the card on the desk. “Anything I need to know about?”
Anxiety and frustration boil in my gut. I’m not used to the sensation. I’d asked him to keep an eye on her while I was away, and I know he has. He’s a good guy. Likes his job. And he likes Katherine.
He sits back, hands braced against the desk. Another slow glance around the lounge. This time, I’m positive he’s making sure no one else will overhear him. “Her mother’s a piece of work.”
I’m not even phased by that statement.
“Paid you a visit, huh?”
He nods and tells me how he called Katherine, and Katherine apparently let her mother have it. “Mrs. Winthrope walked outta here like she was ready to burn the place down.”
I wouldn’t put anything past that woman. “Keep your eyes open,” I say. Then, “Good to see you again, Vic.”
