From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 12

Chapter 3

By the time we landed, it was already past midnight.

We’d barely pulled up to the hotel when Silas’s phone rang.

He picked up instantly.

“Hey, hey–don’t cry. Just stay put. I’m on my way.”

His whole face shifted into panic mode as he grabbed the car keys back from the valet.

“Sloane, Wren followed us here.

“Paris isn’t safe at night. I can’t let anything happen to her. Head up to the room and crash–I’ll be back as soon as I grab her.”

Then he peeled out and vanished down the street.

Completely forgetting that I didn’t speak a word of French–and that he had both our passports.

This trip was so rushed I never got a chance to add international service to my phone.

Couldn’t call him. Couldn’t call anyone.

I tried using a translation app with the front desk, but without ID? No room.

So I ended up stuck in the lobby.

Waiting.

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The jet lag, the exhaustion, the ungodly hour–it all crashed down on me at once.

I was barely conscious, slouched on some stiff lobby couch.

The airport was thirty minutes away. Tops.

But two full hours crawled by.

And Silas still wasn’t back.

I was too tired to even guess what he and Wren were doing.

I’d just closed my eyes again when a low voice cut through the quiet.

“Sloane?”

Sleep? Gone.

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Chapter 3

I whipped my head around.

“Liam?! What are you doing here?!”

I practically launched myself off the couch.

Running into someone from home on the other side of the world? Especially your desk buddy from three years of high school? That’s the kind of coincidence that wakes you right up.

Liam walked over with that same easy grin he’d always had.

“Business trip. Wrapped things up a few days early.”

His eyes scanned the empty lobby, then landed back on me.

“Silas brought you, right? Where is he?”

He didn’t even entertain the idea I’d come here solo. Anyone who knew me knew I couldn’t order food in another language to save my life.

I grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the front desk.

“He’s picking up a friend.”

“Come on, get me a room before I pass out right here.”

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Before heading upstairs, Liam made sure to give me his info.

“They couldn’t put you next door, but I’m in 1312. Anything comes up, just knock.”

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I nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re still the same worrywart you were in high school.”

“Go sleep. Night.”

I’d barely drifted off when someone started pounding on the door.

Figured it was Liam. I dragged myself over, eyes still half–shut, and opened it.

Next thing I knew, someone yanked me into a hug.

“Sloane, are you INSANE?! You let some random guy book you a room and just crashed there? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?!”

That snapped me awake real quick.

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Chapter 3

I shoved Silas back.

“What else was I supposed to do? Camp out in the lobby all night waiting for you?”

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