She turned back to him in disbelief. “They didn’t have a larger room? A suite, perhaps?”His shoulders lifted, a rakish smile curling his lips despite the somberness in his dark eyes. “Hotel’s all booked up, sweetheart.”Of course it was.“You have a few of your sleep shirts in the wardrobe.” He indicated the tall entertainment center with its four drawers beneath the screen. “Isabelle had one of the officers who followed us to the hotel go back for them. There are clothes in there as well.”“Great, some guy pawing through my clothes.” It was all she could do to hold back a shudder at the thought.“It wasn’t like that, Liza.” The frustration in his voice only seemed to infuriate her further.Turning on him, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and confronted him with all the anger she couldn’t seem to bury. “It wasn’t like what, Stygian? Like some asshole pawing through my silk panties and bras? Do you think they didn’t snicker as they chose the gowns?
