Chapter 30

“Glau?” To be honest, I’m so upset with him I don’t even care.

“I’m curious,” Trent admits. “But I didn’t mean Glau—I meant Steele.”

“What do you mean, what is he hiding?”

I’ve lost the thread.

“It’s just weird that he flatly refused to work for Dermont in the Bahamas, and now suddenly he’s so excited?”

“Believe me, convincing him isn’t easy.”

“And that’s weird, too,” Trent says, “since I had my eye on the Cortez project from the start.”

I set down the whiskey bottle. “What do you mean?”

“Last week I went to pull a few permits for Century City and talked to a friend in the county clerk’s office. He told me he’d authorized some topographical studies of the island.”

“Why the hell were you talking about Cortez?”

He shrugs. “He assumed the project was mine.”

“Last week we hadn’t even offered him the job.”

“Exactly,” Trent says. “I think Mr. Steele was playing hard to get. I just don’t know why.”

I don’t know w