Chapter 152

Connor strolled past me, completely at ease, as though finding his father and a bunch of hired goons occupying his hotel room was just another day at the office.

I snuck in behind him, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible as I smoothed down my dress. Johnny closed the door behind me.

Connor stopped about ten feet away from his father. The lack of a handshake or a hug was glaringly obvious – at least to me.

“I’d ask what you’re doing here, but I’m pretty sure I know the answer.”

“I would wager you do,” the older man said.

“So I’ll just ask the obvious question: what are you doing here?” Connor asked as he pointed at the floor. Then he looked back at Johnny. “I thought I paid you to keep out the riffraff.”

“Don’t be too hard on Mr. Inaba,” Connor’s father said drily. “The management was kind enough to let me in before he arrived.”

I looked around at Johnny.

He grimaced in pain, as though his professional pride had been bruised.

“I’ll have to speak to them about that,” Connor said