Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

didn’t go over well. By the time that meeting ended, bodies
littered the place.”
She takes another sip of her wine. “So now it’s war.”
“And this upcoming meeting in New York? Who
organized that?”
“Your man.” Her smile is soft. “It was supposed to be
sooner, but he said it had to wait.”
I close my eyes and press a hand over my throbbing heart.
Kage held off a war-planning meeting so he could spend
the holidays with me.
Sloane huffs out a disgusted breath. “I know. It’s
sickeningly romantic. Anyway, that’s all I know. Let’s get
drunk.”
I jolt from my chair and start to pace in front of the table.
Pouring herself another glass of wine, Sloane eyes me.
“You look exactly like Stavros right now.”
“How can you be so calm? They’re going to war!”
“I feel for you, babe, because of Kage and all, but it’s over
between me and Stavros.”
I pull up short and stare at her. “What happened?”
She peers at me over the rim of her wineglass. “Did you
miss the part where I said he bored me to tears? I broke it off.
Being with a man twenty-four hours a day is exhausting.”
She shrugs again, takes another sip. “Tell me more about
what happened when the police showed up here. Get me all
caught up to date.”
I take a moment to admire her poise.
In less than two weeks, she’s been involved in a public
shooting, seen four men die, flown to Rome, sailed the
Mediterranean, eavesdropped on a bunch of murderous
gangsters to get information, and broken up with her
billionaire boyfriend, all without a chip in her manicure or the
smallest scratch in her aplomb.