Stace was at a fucking engagement party. Shit. Honor hated dressing up. She’d had just enough time to grab a hotel room and change clothes before heading to the party for Ally Samms and Blake Summers. Not exactly how she wanted to meet the people she’d put files together on, but what choice did she have? None. Nada. Zilch. Zero. There wasn’t time to wait for the festivities to be over. Who knew how long before the crazy bastard came after her? Honor was banking on his cockiness to buy her some time before he even found the note. Why would she leave when she had a hunk like Vince Towner chasing her? Ego. Men seemed to have it to spare. She laughed. He’d probably choke on his own tongue if he saw her now anyways. She cleaned up well. She just didn’t do it often. She really wasn’t a dress-and-heels kind of girl. Her height didn’t need heels but, fuck it, what was the good of dressing up if you didn’t have the shoes? And when would she be around a group of guys again who were tall enough for her to wear stilettos and not be the tallest person in the room?
