unaware of the effect he was having on her, Joe continued his inquiries while pretending to nibble on her earlobe. “Tail her if she leaves.”
Normally, whispered official orders wouldn’t have been a turn on for her, but Joe’s warm, moist breath hit against her neck and ear. Mercy. Not good. She didn’t want to add any more hormones to this volatile mix.
Another glance at the reception area. No Addison Merrick in sight. At least their kissing session had sent him on his way.
“Merrick knew our names,” Joe informed her. “I wasn’t wearing a name tag, and he never looked at yours. Yet, he knew who we were.”
Katelyn went back through the events of that particular introduction and realized it was true. She reprimanded herself for not noticing it, as well. “So that’s what Chad was all about?”
Not a real person but a test. Since Merrick suggested that Joe look through the name tags, it meant he didn’t know the names of all the guests. And unlike a few of the others, Joe and she weren’t repeat customers. Nor had they met him when they filled out their applications.
So how had he known their names?
“This might not be such a little problem,” Katelyn mumbled.
Joe quickly agreed.
In fact, it could mean the killer was already on to them.
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