Lights blared to life around the resort. Guests filed into their rooms. Officers roamed the grounds. And Lexy’s biggest problem sat on the bed in front of her wearing a sexy pair of faded jeans and a grim expression. She gave up her position at the window watching the police go in and out of her room in favor of watching Noah. He balanced his elbows on his knees and stared at the beige carpet. Had not uttered a word since he unlocked the door and all but shoved her inside his pristine room. She knew the topic on his mind—Charlie Henderson. She should have been horrified about the man’s death and worried about what this meant in terms of her little excursion to Utah. Henderson was her key to figuring out what was going on with Noah. Someone broke right through the security plan Noah developed and installed. That same someone tampered with the passwords and protocols making it look like Noah, at best, dropped the ball and, at worst, was in on the crime.
