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for what possible reason would his
general manager be calling him at two thirty in the morning? A
disgruntled guest or an employee, perhaps? What would anyone have
to complain about while staying in one of the most luxurious hotels
in the world? As to his employees, they knew they would never find
better employment anywhere in the hotel industry.
    He picked up the receiver. “Yes, Oscar.”
    “I’m sorry for calling at such an odd hour,
Mr. Andreas, but a young woman called here looking for you a little
while ago.”
    He frowned. Why would a woman be calling his
hotel and not his cell? And why in the middle of the night except
for a booty call? The fact that he wasn’t currently involved didn’t
stop his cock from stirring at the very thought of playing a game
of hide and go seek. “Well, did she leave a name?” he asked with a
touch of restiveness.
    “She said her name was Tashi, sir.”
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Adam’s heart flew to his throat and his back
became ramrod straight. “Did—did you say Tashi?” He could hardly
get the words out as he pushed to his feet.
    “Yes. She sounded a bit hysterical.”
    “What do you mean, hysterical?”
    “She was crying, Mr. Andreas.”
    Adam felt like a ton of lead had been slammed
into his gut. He pulled on his ponytail in an effort to keep his
mind from going numb as his body was threatening to do. “Did she
leave a message?” He paced the floor, forcing his blood to
circulate.
    “She left her number and her address. She
said she needed you, sir. I forwarded the information to your cell,
but I know you turn on the DND feature after midnight.”
    “Thanks, Oscar.” Adam dropped the phone on
his desk, and sprinted back to his bedroom.
    Tashi needed him.
    He grabbed his cell from the nightstand and
searched for Oscar’s message as he shrugged out of his robe. He
memorized the address then dialed the number Oscar had forwarded
while he reached for the pair of shorts he’d draped over the
footboard not too long ago.
    Tashi’s number just kept ringing, and as the
seconds ticked by, the sound of Adam’s racing heart beating against
his chest grew louder and louder and his breath seemed to solidify
in his throat.
    Tashi was in trouble. What if whomever she
was running from had found her? What if he was too late? Refusing
to entertain the horrific possibility, he pulled his shirt from the
foot of his bed and raced downstairs like a pack of wolves was
after him.
    He made the thirty-minute drive to the
not-so-nice section of town in less than fifteen. He brought his
Aston Martin to a stop in front of 85 Temple Street and got out.
The multi-family house was shrouded in darkness, as was the
neighborhood with many of the street lamps burned out. Adam flew up
the short flight of steps, made a right on the rickety porch, and
passed an old ragged sofa, a three-legged coffee table jammed
against the wall, and a half-worn-down broom. He knocked on the
door with the number four.
    “Tashi,” he called. The only response to his
call in the night was the bark from a neighbor’s dog. “Tashi,” he
said again, trying the door. Of course it was locked.
    A prickly feeling crept along Adam’s back as
his mind raced ahead of him. Suppose the people she was running
from were holding her at gunpoint inside the apartment? Or worse,
suppose they’d done what they’d come to do and had already left,
leaving her lifeless body to be discovered by a neighbor?
    Adrenaline pumped through Adam’s veins. He
had no idea what was waiting for him behind that locked door. He
could be walking into a trap for all he knew. He thought about
kicking the door in, but realized that if her captors were still in
there, he might startle them into shooting blindly at him. Then he
would be of no use to her. He thought of calling the police, but
immediately decided against it since he didn’t know the nature of
Tashi’s trouble. Involving the authorities might…
    “Adam.”
    He cocked his ears as he