it,” I whispered.
Evelyn examined the image.
“We have it documented.”
A minute later Dorian called.
Dorian.
I picked up.
“Good morning.”
“Where the hell are you?”
“Good morning to you, too.”
“Why isn’t the gate code working?”
“The security system was updated.”
“Updated? By who?”
“The property owner.”
He snorted.
“Don’t play games. Give me the code.”
I glanced toward Evelyn.
She nodded.
“Someone will meet you at the entrance.”
“Someone?”
“Yes.”
“Rowan, if this is some pathetic attempt to ruin my honeymoon—”
“Honeymoon?”
“That’s right. Callie and I
