Page 35 of Her Loving Hero

“Yes?” she said expectantly. “Would you like one?” She gave him a knowing look, he saw a beauty mark beside her mouth. Different girl.

He moved up closer. “Where are your brother and sister?” he asked quietly.

“We need to talk?” She asked excitedly.

“Shhhhh,” he cautioned her. “Where's Chris?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“He’s downstairs. There’s a big meeting going on. Chris is recording it on his phone.”

Holy fuck.

“Tell him to stop. He’ll get caught.” She grinned and moved even closer.

“He won’t get caught. Chris is really smart. He’s going to nail those bastards.”

He stared at the pretty young girl incredulously. He was dealing with a bunny surrounded by wolves. Enough was enough. Kane was right. He tipped her half full tray of cheese filled blintzes and wooden spoons of beluga caviar and upended it onto her chest, watching it as all the food dripped down her front. In seconds a seasoned waiter was in front of them.

“Is this the kind of waitress you have working here?” Wyatt demanded. “She almost spilled this all over me.” His voice was filled with disgust.

“But. But.” She stared at him in wide-eyed disbelief.

“Get rid of her. She has no place at this party or on this yacht.” Wyatt’s voice rang with authority and the senior waiter’s expression turned grim.

“Come with me,” he said in Arabic as he grabbed Petra or Mercedes arm. “You’re fired. I’m walking you off the yacht right now.”

She shot Wyatt a hate-filled glance.

Good, one less innocent to worry about. Now to find Carly.