Chapter 69

“Taking more photos? Nah, that’d be letting them off too easy.” Summer Knight blinked her bright eyes, already brewing up a plan. “Grace, do me a favor—call the cops.” “?” came Grace Hill’s lone punctuation reply—clearly lost. “Call the police. Say you got a tip-off—James Carter and Isabella Knight are involved in some illegal... dealings in a hotel room.” Summer wanted to bring the roof down using the law. Let’s see how they wriggle out of this one. Grace froze for a second, then replied with a “Got it!” Brutal? Maybe. But hey, James and Isabella brought this on themselves. Putting her phone down, Summer sat upright, waiting for Alexander Barron to come out of the bathroom. Suddenly, a loud howl echoed at the door. Next second, a huge, snow-white fluffball dashed in like it owned the place and pounced right onto the bed—smothering Summer in fur, excitedly rubbing its big fuzzy head against her neck, clearly begging for pets. Laughing, Summer stroked the big guy’s head gently, voice so