One Night with a Red-Hot Rancher. Diana Palmer

Bentley replied curtly.

      “We should go,” Cappie said, avoiding Bentley’s eyes.

      “We?” he asked, scowling.

      “These are my two new boyfriends,” Cappie told him with a cold scowl. “We’re sharing a room.”

      He knew she wasn’t involved with two strangers. He had a pretty good idea of who they were and why she was with them. She probably expected him to believe the bald statement, with his track record.

      “I heard about Kell,” he said quietly. “How is he?”

      “Out of surgery and resting comfortably, thank you,” she said formally. “We have to go.”

      “Can we talk?” Bentley asked somberly.

      “If you can get them,” she indicated her companions, “to tie me up and gag me, sure. Let’s go, guys.”

      She walked into the elevator and stood with her back to the door until she heard it close.