Talon grinned as he walked to the door. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds so I can get back to my ladies.” He opened the door and nodded at André who was standing just outside. “Patrol.”
“Harm took a double hit in the blasts,” André told Talon. “He wouldn’t let Tyler and Ty take him in. He’s downstairs.”
“How bad?” Talon asked.
“Concussion, contusions, possible leg fracture,” André answered.
“On it.” Talon headed toward the stairs.
“Second floor. I’ll be there in a minute,” André called after him.
“Copy that.” Talon disappeared through the door to the stairwell.
André glanced at Ronan. “All set?”
“Yes.” Ronan put his hand at the small of my back and led me into the hall.
My overnight bag and dusty purse were just outside the door. I glanced at André. “Thank you for retrieving my purse.” I’d completely forgotten about it.
“Vance brought it,” André replied.
I glanced down the hall to where Adam had gone. “He’s here?”
Ronan stiffened as André answered. “He’s downstairs.”
I glanced at Ronan, but his expression was locked. I looked back at André. “May we see him, please?”
André glanced at Ronan, but Ronan didn’t so much as blink. André’s gaze cut back to me. “He’s in the command room, but I’ll have him come up here.” He pulled his phone out.
“We’re not waiting.” Ronan grabbed my bag and my purse, then took my hand. “Tell him to meet us downstairs in the garage.”
“Copy that.”
Ronan led me inside the elevator, and André followed.
After sending a text, André tucked his phone away and glanced at Ronan. “You’re all set with the investigators tonight, but they might want to speak with you tomorrow before you leave. The hotel’s lawyers are another story. They’re calling me every five minutes. They want NDAs signed yesterday.”
Leave tomorrow? Ronan was going to come with me?
“They can wait,” Ronan clipped. “Tell them to have the NDAs delivered here, and we’ll sign them tomorrow before we leave. I’ll speak with the investigators if they call, but I want her left out of it. If they insist on talking to her, I want Barrett on board.”
“Done.” André pulled his phone back out. “Texting Barrett now to give him a heads-up.”
“Who’s Barrett?” I asked, my stomach still fluttering at the thought of Ronan coming with me, let alone him seeing me perform.
“Lawyer,” Ronan answered.
“I have lawyers.” A whole team of them. A firm I’d hired out of New York years ago. It was the best decision I ever made for myself. They kept track of my money and contracts and most importantly, were not associated with Trinity Media Group in any way.
“Barrett’s local,” André explained. “He’s dealt with this sort of thing before.”
“He’s dealt with bombs going off?” What kind of clientele did André have?
“He’ll protect you and Ronan” was all André said before the elevator doors opened on the garage level and Vance was standing there.
“Right.” Vance chuckled. “Didn’t beat me down this time.”
It was meant to be a joke, but no one laughed.
André glanced at me. “Miss Narine, I wish you safe travels back to London. I hope we never meet again under these circumstances, but if you ever need Luna and Associates, give me a call.” He glanced at Ronan. “Consider the investigators and Barrett issue handled. If you need anything else before you leave tomorrow, text me.”
“Thanks.”
Luna nodded at Ronan, then glanced at Vance. “Conlon.” He stepped back into the elevator and the doors closed.
Vance smiled at us. “Glad you’re both okay.”
“I’m glad you are too.” I wanted to hug him, but I also felt like I would be betraying Ronan if I did, so I refrained even though I owed Vance a lot. I knew Ronan was upset about the sparring, but Vance not only gave me an outlet when I needed one, he taught me to defend myself, and he brought Ronan back into my life.
“Thank you.” Vance glanced at Ronan. “You’re taking her back to London?”
Ronan nodded once, and my heart leapt.
Vance smiled. “I’m glad it’s working out for you two.”
Ronan still didn’t say anything.
“Are you coming back to London?” Vance had said he’d been there awhile when I first met up with him three months ago, but he’d been cagey on the details. I didn’t even know where he lived or if he even had a place of his own there.
Vance smiled noncommittally. “I have some business stateside.” He clapped Ronan on the shoulder. “Answer your phone every once in a while.” He turned toward the elevators and hit the call button, but then he