Secrets of a Prince (The Princes of New Sargasso #3) - Carol Moncado Page 0,16

glanced at it, sir. It appeared to be clothes, but I didn’t look too closely.”

Joss nodded. “I suspected so. She’ll need a phone and tablet or computer or both. Once her luggage arrives, she may have a tablet or computer of her own that she wants to keep.”

“That’s likely not wise.”

“Agreed. Perhaps a better way to put it would be that she’ll want the information off of them. Can you get new devices for her, and we’ll see what the best way to get her information off the old ones is?”

“I know a tech guy who knows how to be discreet.” Trey made a note on the page. “I’ll talk to him. Will you be seeing Lady Waterford this evening?”

“Most likely. I’ll talk to her then, but if I could take her something to get started with, that would be best.”

“I’ll see what I can do, sir.” Trey stood. “Anything else?”

“Not at the moment. I do need to go over my schedule with you, though. I’d like to stop by as much as time allows.”

Trey attempted to contain a smirk. “You mean as usual?”

Joss laughed. “Exactly. Except I’d rather not stop on a whim now. I’d like to let Lady Waterford know when she might expect us.”

“Of course, sir.” Trey left the office.

For the next hour, Joss wrapped up his to-do list in the office then went to his Corolla and drove out, security behind him.

When he reached the apartment, he pulled into the private garage and parked in a guest spot. He wouldn’t be able to stay long enough to worry about being towed.

With a ball cap pulled down over his forehead, he headed inside. Fortunately, he didn’t run into anyone. Once on the top floor, he knocked and waited for Minnie to open the door.

He didn’t take a good look at her until he was inside. She’d changed clothes but...

Was that his shirt?

“Sorry to borrow one of your shirts,” she said before he could ask. “And your lounge pants. I spilled tea all over mine earlier.”

Joss followed her into the sitting room, realizing she wore his pyjama pants with Trilunium icons all over them.

“It’s fine,” he told her. It bothered him on some level he couldn’t explain and didn’t understand. It didn’t bother him, but... it did. “How’s the rest of your day been?” He set a bag on the side table.

She shrugged. “I slept. A lot. Probably the best sleep I’ve had in years, honestly.”

“I’m glad.”

Minnie ducked her head rather than look at him any longer. “And thank you for knocking. It’s your apartment. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t want to surprise you.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “But I do want to let you know when I think I can stop by. Not all of the times are guaranteed, of course, but probable. I also have a new tablet and phone for you in the bag. If you need an actual computer, let me know. My assistant knows someone who can get the data off of your old phone and other devices without your father realizing they’ve been turned on.”

Her hands, which had been fidgeting before, stilled. “Thank you. That would be great.”

Something sounded off in her tone though. Unfortunately, Joss didn’t know her well enough to have any idea what it could possibly be.

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There had to be some sort of implied confidentiality when a tech guy worked on your computer, right? As long as it wasn’t anything illegal, of course.

But things like Trilunium fan fiction running into the millions of words total? Surely that kind of thing would be confidential.

“Thanks for bringing those, and for the clothes that are still coming. I thought they’d be here by now, but they’re not.”

Joss pulled his phone out and checked. “Looks like they got held up. They should be here first thing in the morning.” Something appeared to occur to him. “Except they’ll put it in the box in the lobby.” He sighed. “I’ll bring it up tomorrow afternoon, if that’s all right.”

Not ideal, but better than her going out and getting caught by a random stranger in the halls. “That would be great. Thank you.”

“Feel free to order groceries, too. The desktop in the office is already logged into a couple of delivery services. I’ll leave my card number here, too. I trust that you won’t go overboard.”

“Of course not.” She wanted to be indignant, but couldn’t quite work up the emotion. While that account likely didn’t have unlimited resources, the limit