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Colton stared at the floor. At Renee’s bare foot tapping the wood impatiently, peeking out from under his robe.
“Of course I have no idea who they were or what they want!” Renee snapped, her cheeks red with fury now.
“And we are married, Mr. Moreno.” She interrupted. “I’ll tell you again. I came out and saw him open his coat. I jumped him and got the trigger away from him. Then there was an explosion. Once I could get up, I went and got a policemen. Then I went to the hospital.”
“Where you married Mr. Savage.” Moreno added dubiously.
“You understand we must check your story, Miss White.” Moreno said severely. “If you’ve lied to me in anyway…”
Renee threw up her hands and started pacing, the silk of the robe swishing.
“Your embassy will be in touch with you soon, Miss White. They are overwhelmed at the moment, what with several Americans being killed in the explosion.”
Renee sighed. “I wish I could have stopped them both.”
Moreno ignored her plaintive wish. “You have all your documents? Passport, visa?”
“I will need copies.”
“You have the marriage certificate?” Moreno asked after a moment of scribbling in a little notebook. Colton handed it over, blood stains and all. Moreno scowled at it and took a picture of it. Colton took it back, swallowing nervously.
The man stood heavily, looking grim. “Miss White, I must place you under house arrest.” She rolled her eyes and he went on. “Until this investigation is over and your involvement determined.”
“Fine,” she snapped. “Are we done?” She turned and marched out. Colton could hear her thumping all the way back upstairs. To his bedroom.
Moreno left without another word.
Colton put his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe it had worked.
He sat until Rosa came in and asked if he wanted lunch.
“No.” He said shortly, mad at being caught being a coward. He didn’t want to go upstairs. What if she was still in his room? In his bed? She had been naked!
He climbed the stairs slowly, trying to figure out what he had felt when he’d seen her lying there. It defiantly wasn’t something he was proud to recall.
His knees went weak with relief as Renee scowled at him from the edge of the bed, fully dressed, in her own clothing.
“Is he gone?” she snapped, still in a rage.
“Yes.” He assured her. “Sorry, I couldn’t get him to leave without it looking suspicious.”
She snorted. “Thank Mancicni. He was brilliant.” She blushed, though.
“Yeah, I‘ll give him a raise.” Colton said distractedly. “So, I don’t mean to kick you out, but I need to take a shower and…”
“Right,” she said, jumping up. “Sorry.” She slipped by him, her face averted.
Colton shut the door and leaned against it.
“I am crazy.” He said to the empty room. Giving himself a shake, he went and sat on the bed. And jumped up again. He tore back the sheets, bundling them up and dumping them in the laundry basket.
He felt better after that, knowing he wouldn’t have to sleep where she had lain in his bed.