Aurora Jones was officially done.

He didn’t even tell her the name of the hotel—how the hell was she supposed to get him there?

Left with no choice, she reached into his pocket, searching for his phone.

She felt around both sides of his dress pants. Nothing.

He was only wearing a white dress shirt, no coat.

Which meant… his phone wasn’t on him.

No wonder he wasn’t calling his men.

But something didn’t add up—his guys were always glued ...