Get Lucky by Lorie O'Clare Read Free Book Online

be something London would share with him.
    He would make the best of his day, take advantage of the blue skies and forecast predicting no snow for the next twenty-four hours. The first thing he needed to do was take care of his cell phone. Leaving London to her job, he decided he would be in the lobby when she was ready to get off work.
    Marc let himself into his room to grab his broken phone, impressed Housekeeping had already been there and his bed was neatly made and fresh towels were piled in the bathroom. It was a really nice room, spacious, with room to entertain and work, depending on the guest’s agenda. A love seat similar to the one he’d sat on with London last night was in one corner, with an upright chair next to it and a small oval coffee table finishing off the intimate setting. On the other side of the room was a decent-sized desk, where he’d set up his laptop. The big-screen TV could be seen from anywhere in the room, and the king-sized bed wasn’t crowded into the room as that sized bed often was in hotel rooms. There was a Jacuzzi in the bathroom that he’d love to soak in with London. If she held on to her rule about not coming to his room that wouldn’t happen.
    Marc wondered if it would be worth the money to get a room in Aspen. They could spend the night there until she was comfortable enough to have him over to her house. She also didn’t mention working weekends. Maybe they could make a day of it. Oftentimes people who worked all day never took time to see the sights in their own town. He paused in the middle of the room when he realized the direction of his thoughts. He was laying out a plan to spend quality time with her, get to know her better; that wasn’t the deal. He’d be smart to keep the game plan focused around getting her naked. Good physical sex, fun times, and no one got hurt. Long days spent together walking and talking risked other emotions surfacing.
    As he lectured himself he took in the contents of his room. “Where’s my phone?” He stared at the freshly made bed, the clean, uncluttered nightstand. “I left it on my bed last night.”
    He remembered it clearly. Before going downstairs last night for his sandwich, he’d tossed the phone on his bed. Had it been there when he’d come upstairs last night and crashed? His thoughts had been full of London and it had been late. He’d entered his room, pulled back the covers, and stretched out with the remote until he’d fallen asleep. He would have noticed if his phone hadn’t been on his bed, though, wouldn’t he?
    Marc got down on his hands and knees, working his large frame to the floor until he could lift the blankets and peer underneath. The bed stood on a wooden base, which meant there was less than a foot of space under the bed before there was wood. He didn’t see his phone. Nonetheless, he moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the process. No phone.
    “Well, crap. They don’t just disappear.” He scowled at his desk, walked over to his laptop, fingered the neatly stacked brochures. Just for good measure, he went through his suitcase and then laptop case as well as his duffel bag. “Apparently this one disappears.”
    An unsettling feeling gripped his gut as he fisted his hands against his hips and stared again at the room, willing the phone to appear. There were numbers on that phone that could incriminate some people if they fell into the wrong hands. An expensive scrambler was installed in his cell phone. He couldn’t imagine it falling into the wrong hands out here in Aspen, Colorado. But at the same time, cell phones didn’t just vanish.
    In spite of water damage, someone with the right knowledge might be able to pull information off it. Marc didn’t consider himself paranoid, just cautious. Which was why he’d played in the snow last night until he found it. Now it was gone.
    After searching his room one more time, even taking time to look in places he knew it wouldn’t be, Marc sat at