“Jealous?” It was his turn to raise his brows. “You think I’m jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous?”
Well maybe if your dumb ass would quit saying the word “jealous” she wouldn’t think that’s how you feel.
“I have no idea,” Scarlett answered. “It’s not like we’re really together. Hell, we just met.”
“Exactly.”
She searched his gaze, for what he wasn’t sure. Was she waiting for him to change his mind? Because that shit wasn’t going to happen.
She’s right, you know. She’s already proven useful by finding that damn flyer. And unless she told someone at the club who she really was, then her connection to Rose would be nearly impossible for anyone to make.
“Okay, fine. You don’t want to tell me what’s really going on here, that’s your choice. But I’m done trying to reason with you.”
Turning away, she stormed from his room like before. And Olly, well…he began to follow before he even realized he was moving. When he got to her room, she was over by the bed and reaching for the room’s landline phone.
“Who are you calling?”
“The front desk. I’m going to see if they can put me in touch with a rental car service.”
Rental car? “What the hell for? You already have a?—”
“Not for me. For you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t worry. Coming here was my idea, so I’ll foot the bill.”
“Wait, slow down. What the hell are you going on about?”
“A car, Olly. I’m getting you your own rental car so you can take this investigation or whatever you want to call it, any direction you see fit.”
“And what about you?” He had an idea of whereshewas planning to take things.
“I’m staying here.”
“To dance?”
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “To find my sister.”
Scarlett put the phone to her ear and waited. Damn it, she was going to do this whether he wanted her to or not.
But as pissed as he was, Olly also felt a sense of pride and understanding. She wasn’t being stubborn for stubborn’s sake. She was trying to find Rose.
How can I fault her for that?
Olly went to her. He held out his hand palm-up, his heart kicking against his ribs as he waited.
Someone from downstairs answered the call. He could hear the man’s voice coming through the phone’s receiver. But just when he was sure Scarlett was going to ask for the number to the nearest car rental place, she apologized to the person at the front desk for dialing by mistake.
And then she handed him the phone.
Olly set the receiver back into his cradle. “You’re right.”
“I am?” Surprise left her blinking. “Wait…about which part?”
He found himself struggling not to smile, despite the seriousness of the conversation. What was it about this woman that always made him want to smile?
“These people…” he started. “If they’re doing what we think they are, that means they’re trafficking women. Women like Rose. And they’re doing it through that fucking club.”