“Funny thing about papers.” James’s tone was conversational, but his eyes were hard. “They’re so easy to misplace.”
Duke’s hand moved to rest on the table, open, ready. “The lady said she’s not going anywhere with you.”
“The lady isn’t your concern.” James looked back at Valentina. “We need to talk. Privately.”
Across the room, she saw Axel and the others watching, bodies tense, waiting for a signal from Duke. The situation could escalate in seconds.
“Fine,” she said quickly. “Outside. Five minutes.”
“Valentine—” Duke started, but she cut him off with a look.
“It’s fine. I’ll handle this.” She stood, grabbing her jacket. “Five minutes, James. That’s all you get.”
Outside, the night air was cool against her heated skin. Valentina crossed her arms, keeping distance between herself and
