“You know what happened at Davos.”
“Johnny,” Connor warned. There was something dark and steely in his eyes.
“What? What happened at Davos?” I asked fearfully – and then, a bit more confused, “…uh… what’s Davos?”
Connor grinned. “Little town in the Swiss Alps, hosts the World Economic Forum. There was an incident two years back when I went there… a kook with a gun. Johnny took care of it.”
“Damn straight I took care of it,” Johnny seethed.
“And I appreciate that, I do – ”
“He wasn’t a kook, either.”
“Can we talk about this later?” Connor asked, though it was a lot closer to a command.
“What about your father?” I asked.
“What about him?”
“You said he was kidnapped five years ago in Mexico.”
“ Yeah, ” Johnny said, like a kid getting backup in a playground fight.
Connor sighed. “With him, there was no warning, there were no vague threats beforehand, it was a straight-up snatch and grab for cash, that’s all. No thugs in sunglasses, no kooks with guns.”
“That doesn’t diminish this,” Johnny warned. “Would you at least wear the bulletproof vest?”
My eyes bugged out. “You have a bulletproof vest?”
“It’s nothing – it goes under a shirt – I wear it sometimes when he’s being too much of a nag – dammit!” Connor wheeled on Johnny angrily. “Thanks for freaking her out, asshole!”
“Don’t be mean to Johnny!” I snapped.
“Yeah, don’t be mean to Johnny,” the bodyguard smirked.
Connor rolled his eyes. “ Fine. We’ll eat lunch up here. Is that okay with you?” he asked Johnny mockingly.
“Connor, this isn’t something to take lightly – ”
Connor cut him off. “If this guy is such a threat, what are you going to do about him?”
“I already talked to Pete. I’m going to go look at the security tapes, see if I can get a picture of him.”
“Pete?” I asked.
“The manager,” Connor explained, then turned back to Johnny. “Alright, well, why don’t you go do that, and Lily and I will have lunch up here.”
“You promise you’re not going to go pull some crazy dumbass stunt, like disappearing on me?” Johnny prodded.
“I promise.”
Johnny grumbled, then relented. “Fine.”
He started for the door, then turned back to Connor. “Oh, Lily was upset because she couldn’t pay the waitress for her Bloody Mary.”
Connor looked at me with a grin, like, Is that so?
I frowned. “I didn’t want her to get stuck with the tab.”
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t get stuck with the tab,” Connor reassured me, amused, then fluttered one hand at Johnny. “Shoo, shoo. Go make the world a safer place.”
“I get no respect,” Johnny muttered to himself as he let himself out of the penthouse.
Connor looked at me. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. ”
“Me, too, but… um…”
“…yes?”
“I really need to call my roommate Anh.”
14
While we were waiting for the breakfast to arrive – the ordering of which I left entirely in Connor’s hands – I dialed Anh’s cell from the phone in the penthouse bedroom.
She answered on the second ring, hesitancy in her voice. “…hello?”
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Are you okay?!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
“Good, because AAAAHHH!” she screamed, “I am going to KILL you!”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry – ”
“I thought you were DEAD, or in the HOSPITAL or something! I called you four times and texted you, too – GOD, Lily!”
Anh is usually the most mild-mannered girl in the world. She must have really been worried to react this way. I immediately felt sick with guilt.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry – ”
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?!”
“I left it at work.”
“Why’d you leave it at work?!”
“Um… it’s complicated…”
“This had better be good.”
I thought about saying, Well, is sleeping with a billionaire good enough? but I thought that sounded golddigging and