Under Pressure. Lori Foster

can.”

      Harking back to the “supposedly died,” Cat wondered what exactly had happened to Sahara’s brother.

      Shaking off the melancholy, Sahara said, “You’ll find the suite quite comfortable and I promise you, the security here is top-notch. You don’t need to worry.”

      She’d worry if she wanted to, and apparently she did because dread churned in her stomach. The questions were piling up, but she’d save them for Leese, after they were alone.

      A tap sounded on her door and Enoch stuck his head in. “I apologize for interrupting, but you might want to take this call.”

      Unhappy with the intrusion, Sahara asked, “Who is it?”

      “Webb Nicholson, and he says it’s urgent.”