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and that is final!” Bradley, Emerson, or whatever his name was said in a raised voice.
    Casey just glared at him, and Lionel shook his head with dismay. My brow furrowed with confusion. I was under the impression we would be staying with Bradley, all of us, together. I really didn’t want to be alone with Bradley . . . I mean Emerson. He was far too delicious and had that seductive look about him. I was pretty sure he could talk a nun right out of her panties. Since I was now wearing a chastity belt, I didn’t want to risk any man, no matter how gorgeous he was, talking the belt right off my hips and exposing my who-ha.
    “If you’re going to a hotel, I’m going with you,” I told Casey firmly.
    “Great, it’s settled,” Bradley P. Diddy Emerson said with a smile.
    The look Casey gave me wasn’t exactly a happy one. It was that grumpy glower he usually saved for Lionel when his lover denied him afternoon sex.
    “It would only be a matter of time before the paparazzi caught wind of where you are,” Lionel explained carefully. “Paps are always prowling the hotels, especially the nice ones, and we are not staying in a horrible one. I’m sorry, Wiska. I love you, but I am a man with needs, and they come with a four-star plus rating.”
    From the rearview mirror, I watched Brad . . . I mean Emerson’s eyebrows raise in surprise.
    “Maybe a secluded villa on the Greek isle, something completely private,” Casey mused. “Imagine waking up to the ocean every day. Would you like that, poppet?”
    Evidently, poppet was my brand spanking new nickname that Casey had gifted me with. I liked it; it was cute and fatherly coming from Casey. I nodded—what girl would object to staying on the Greek Isle?
    “Can we at least go back to your place so I can make other arrangements?” His voice had become hard and pissed off again as he addressed Emerson—BINGO, GOT IT RIGHT—who had the decency to look a little abashed.
    “Of course you can.”
    We fell into an awkward silence.
    “I just don’t have much room,” Emerson began to explain. “My place isn’t that big; penthouse suites in London are quite different to those in New York.”
    “Hush, Bradley. This is an inconvenience to you, and considering the delicate circumstances of our visit, perhaps Andi and Decker should have made Wiska’s needs clearer to you,” said Lionel.
    Lionel was like the old wise owl of our trio. While Casey and I liked to tease and play, it was Lionel who kept us in line. It was also Lionel who could speak words that had a habit of getting under your skin and burying themselves so deep you’d never forget them. His words obviously made their mark on Puff Daddy Emerson, as he squirmed uncomfortably in the seat.
    “What exactly are Wiska’s needs? I haven’t been told much, other than to pick her up from the airport and offer her a room, and might I add, I was told I was picking up Wiska, not Moe and Curly as well.”
    Casey’s grin was wide. “I’m totally Curly!”
    “Of course you are,” Lionel addressed Casey in a pacifying tone. Turning back to Emerson, he replied, “Wiska attracted some unfortunate media attention in the States.”
    My fists curled, and my chin rose. He darn well better not be about to spill my highly embarrassing story to this completely sexy stranger. I’d already proved I could pack one hell of a right hook.
    Lionel continued, “The specifics are her business, and if you want to know more you will have to ask her. She needs somewhere she can stay that the media will find difficult to trace. It may only be for a few weeks, maybe a month, until the hype back home dies down and she can inconspicuously make her way home again.”
    From the corner of my eye, I checked the rearview mirror again, only to find the man formerly known as Bradley staring at me. I could see the curiosity burning in his gaze, but there was no way I was telling him my story; the last thing I wanted to do was humiliate myself any