Half an hour later, Room 1206 at The Westbourne Hotel.

Sean knocked. Ms. Wood opened the door in nothing but a bath towel. Her hair was a little messy, softening her usual sharp, competent edge and giving her a dangerously tempting kind of charm.

“Are you hurt?” What blind idiot would dare set his sights on Ms. Wood?

I rushed up and grabbed her arm, scanning her for any sign of injury.

Talia had clearly been about to say something ...