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She looked nervous, so I gestured for her to come in farther.

“Mr. Cole stopped off to say hello to Mia.” She glanced at Shay. “I think they met at the charity ball.”

Of course, Kelly would think that’s when Mia and Henry had first met.

“My brother?”

She gave a nod. “I think Mia followed him toward the coffee room. She never came back.”

Processing my brother’s motivation and the fact it was Henry, I should have been willing to consider this possibility…

My thoughts circled back around as I realized Henry could very well have known about the tracker in Mia’s wristwatch, as she would have entrusted him enough to share this possessive foible of mine. She’d have made it a joke and Henry would have probably hidden his disapproval.

Only Henry could have gotten men into the building without raising suspicion. My gaze returned to theTime Magazineand the man on the cover wearing combat gear. Had Henry warned her she was leaving with him at that very moment with no chance of returning to her desk, and her quick thinking had left us this vague clue? Did Henry suspect I was having a negative influence over Mia?

This all verged on irrationality.

Then again, this was mything; seeing beyond the ordinary, peering into the looking-glass and acknowledging even the rawest truth, not falling victim to the obvious. My bruised back, along with my ego, was proof that Henry was pissed off at me.

Shay thanked Kelly and waited for her to leave before turning back to face me. “Henry is the last person who would do something like this.”

My gaze rose from the magazine as my thoughts swirled with the idea that Henry was involved. His violence during our squash match revealed how vexed he was about my lifestyle. His recent desire to take over Cole Tea now left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Shay looked adamant. “What’s his motive?”

“Call The Manhattan. Find out if there’s a reservation in Henry’s name.”

“I know you’re stressed. I feel like crap, too. That’s why we need to be methodical.”

“If they refuse to answer, send one of your men. Tell him to visit the pool. Tell him to book a room in the hotel, if necessary, so he gets access. Better still, get him into the security hub and have him scan the footage for today.”

Shay’s stare held mine and he gave a nod of resignation. “I’ll call Henry.”

“Let me talk with him. Just find out where he is.”

“Okay.”

“Someone got to him,” I whispered.

BACK INROOM 617, MYheart raced as I replayed Helete’s reaction to what I’d told her. She’d reached for her phone so there was a real chance she’d called Cameron. She knew how to contact him so it wasn’t such a stretch to believe.

Barret was in the kitchen, talking on the phone to someone about the wisdom of moving me somewhere new. This time I was going to make a scene. Damn the consequences.

What was Henry’s grand plan in all this? Did he really believe he’d make me fall out of love with Cameron?

There was a bottle of wine chilling in a silver cooler on the coffee table and beside it rested a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries. A welcoming treat for the guests who had just checked in and actually wanted to be here.

No doubt poor Shay was taking the flak for me being gone. Too many hours had passed and I never went this long without messaging either of them. I now respected their reasoning for keeping tabs on me.

From outside the room a woman’s voice rose and, hearing her French accent, I knew it was Helete. I jumped to my feet realizing she’d found me. Of all my heroes she was the last person I’d have guessed would come save me. There was a loud knock.

Barret flew out of the kitchen and hurried over to the door. “Sit,” he snapped.

I remained standing and watched him open the door, keeping it ajar.

He peered out. “Mia’s taking a nap.”

“I’m awake now,” I blurted out, earning his annoyed glare.