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“Are you surprised?” Anthony asks Trey while Ozzy transfers his luggage to the second bedroom.
“Yeah, they have changed it completely,” Trey replies, walking over to Renzo with a hundred dollar bill and giving another to Ozzy. “Make sure our luggage is brought up as soon as it arrives. If we don’t answer, just leave it in the entry way.”
“Will do, sir,” Renzo replies as both he and Ozzy leave the room. “We are both at your disposal sir, so let us know if you need anything.”
I wander back to the master bedroom to give Dad a quick call. “Amanda, is everything okay?” he asks immediately upon answering.
“Yes, we are fine. I just wanted to let you know we are safe and secure for the night. We now have members of the Alpha 9 as our security detail. One is with Trey and I, one is spending the night at the hospital with Tyler and another is at Victor’s penthouse at Trump Tower protecting Silvia, Vanessa and the others,” I elaborate, wanting him to know that everyone has been accounted for.
“That’s good,” he replies firmly. “I wonder what Silvia thinks of being back there?”
“I think after finding out that both Dr. Potaturri and Bill were dead, she was just happy to have a safe place to sleep,” I tell him bluntly.
“Yeah, she called me half an hour ago and told me all about the Alpha 9 and the fact that now Bill’s son-in-law, Nolan, is missing as well. Is this all because of a business deal gone bad?” Dad asks, seeming as mystified as the rest of us.
“It seems like a stretch, but it kind of looks that way,” I confirm. “If Tyler had his memory it would make it much easier to figure out, especially since Bill is dead and now Nolan is missing. Hopefully, Aileen knows something. She has to be totally shell-shocked now that Nolan has disappeared too.”
“Silvia said she hasn’t stopped crying since the moment they picked her up. I can’t even imagine.” The conversation pauses as we both know exactly how it feels to lose someone special. I can’t imagine losing your father and your husband on the same day.
“Hopefully Nolan is okay,” I mutter after a long minute of silence.
“Agreed. You keep yourself out of harms way too!” he says with a renewed conviction in his voice. “Leave this to the investigators and you two lay low. This family doesn’t need any more loss either.”
“I know. We’ll be careful,” I assure him. “Goodnight Dad.”
I stand for a moment in front of the second window that looks out on Fifty Fifth Street. We are only a few blocks from Central Park; it would be a beautiful night for a walk if we weren’t completely exhausted. Anthony probably wouldn’t allow us to go for a walk anyway.
“Your champagne and strawberries have arrived,” Trey says softly after sneaking up behind me. As I turn to face him, he holds a big, perfect red strawberry up to my lips.
I draw the end of it between my teeth and envelop it with my lips as an explosion of deliciousness springs forth against my bite. “I’ve been craving these ever since Monaco,” I tell him with a satisfied smile. “They are so delicious. Especially with champagne.” I take my glass from his hand and clink it against his rocks glass.
“Here’s to the longest Monday ever,” he says, stealing my line. We both take a long sip before lowering them and simply staring into each other’s eyes. “Even after a day like today and dressed in some old scrubs, you are still stunning,” he says before leaning forward and kissing my strawberry and champagne coated lips. “I’ll get us a refill, while you slip into something more comfortable,” he says with a devilish smile.
“What’s more comfortable than scrubs?” I ask, having been impressed by the freedom and softness of them.
“Fifteen hundred thread count Egyptian cotton sheets,” he says adding a cocked eyebrow to his sly grin.
When he leaves the room to retrieve a refill and more strawberries, I turn and spot a gorgeous Jacuzzi tub in the master bathroom. I walk over and turn on the hot water, knowing that a soothing bath will help me relax and unwind from the day.
Hearing voices, I take a peak out into the living room to find Anthony engaged in another serious conversation with Trey. With a champagne bottle in one hand and a bottle of hard stuff in the other, Trey listens impatiently to what Anthony is telling him. Having had enough for one day I head back to the bathroom, slip out of the scrubs and into a steamy hot tub.
Trey
I knew I shouldn’t have come back out here. Anthony has only been involved for a couple of hours, so he is dying to get up to speed on all that is going on around us. I set the champagne and cognac back down on the bar and take a seat to answer his questions.
