“Someone had attached a small device to the cables holding the chandelier. When they activated it, it generated enough heat to melt the cables.”

My mouth dropped open. “This is way beyond pranks now.”

He nodded.

“Right. Okay. I need a margarita.” I gave him a nod. “Good night.”

“Night, and be careful. Keep an eye out and stay aware of your surroundings.”

I fought back the need to salute. “I will.”

He turned to leave.

“Caden?”

He glanced back.

“Watch Ro’s back. He’s the target, and…” I wasn’t sure what to say. All I knew was that I didn’t want him hurt.

Caden nodded. “I’ve always got his back.”

As he disappeared into the darkness, I walked up to my house and stepped inside. Sierra and Jazz were manning a blender at my island.

Allie stood by the window.

“Oh my God, Tessa,” Sierra yelled. “You slept with Ambrose Langston!”

“Technically, there was no sleeping.”

Jazz shook her head. “Only you would decide to throw caution to the wind for one night, and manage to sleep with a smoking hot billionaire, who’s also your boss.”

“He’s not technically my boss.” I dumped my bag on a chair.

“Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broody walked you home,” Allie said.

“He did. Ro doesn’t want me walking around alone.”

“He’s scary. Caden, not Langston. He skulks around the hotel, watching, staring, intimidating everyone.”

“He’s the head of security.” I kicked my shoes off. “That’s his job.”

Allie pulled a face.

“Caden’s hot in an intense kind of way,” Sierra said from the kitchen.

Allie frowned.

“Here.” Jazz held out a margarita in my fancy glasses. “Tessa gets the first one for surviving falling chandeliers and rolling around on the floor with a billionaire hotel magnate.”

My stomach cramped at the memory. “I was saving his life.” I took the cocktail and sipped. As usual, Jazz had a heavy hand with the tequila.

“I heard he kissed her forehead.” Sierra grinned. “And was all uber protective. Everyone’s talking about it.”

Great, just great. I gulped more margarita.

“I bought this new syrup.” Sierra held up a bottle. “It’s Turkish and made from figs. It’s meant to be awesome and an aphrodisiac.”

Allie groaned. “Your special additions never work.”

Sierra poured a splash in her drink. “But they might. One day, I might hit the jackpot.” She lifted her glass, sipped, then poked her tongue out. “Oh, that’s awful.”

Allie rolled her eyes. “What do you need an aphrodisiac for, you’re single?”

“A girl can hope.” Sierra tipped her cocktail down the sink.

“We’ll stick with what we know.” Jazz started mixing up another batch of drinks in the blender.

Allie slid onto a stool and grabbed her glass. “What we know is that Tessa has the hots for her billionaire.”