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“The doorbell sends an alert to my phone whenever its motion sensor is triggered.”
Well, Seth really had only himself to blame for that. He was fed up with being the one to fetch everyone’s mail and packages, so he’d decided to set up the application for Zane as well. “Worried she’s only after my money?”
Zane laughed once. “You’re rich, but you’re not Eolenfeld rich.” He strode out when the elevator door opened. “I’m just surprised that you took Clary shopping.”
“Why?”
His brother continued across the parking garage and toward the small side door. “It involves going out and actually communicating with people.”
The whole apartment building had been converted from an abandoned warehouse. The main door—besides the drive-in entrance into the garage—was actually a small side door.
Seth had never thought anything was wrong with the building. He was just glad to have a roof over his head. He owned the building and the land. Everything was fully paid for, so he and his brothers would never have to worry about being out on the streets.
But now that Clary was here, it all felt inadequate.
“I didn’t do much of the talking. My assistant called and made an appointment. He told them what we were looking for. The store had everything ready when we got there.”
“Sometimes I forget you don’t shop like normal people.”
Seth frowned again. “I order my clothes online, same as you do. And I went to a store to buy her the diamond ring.”
Zane spun around. “What?”
Seth arched a brow. He’d thought Oliver would tell Zane about that. “She lost her diamond ring in the holdup, I felt responsible, so I got her another one.”
Zane’s eyes narrowed.
“What?”
His brother’s scrutinizing gaze studied his face for another moment before he nodded and resumed his walk toward the door.
“What are you doing, anyway?” Seth asked Zane. Usually, the two of them would fight over who went down to open the door. They’d never both come down at the same time.
“The last time we spoke,” Zane said, “you said you weren’t seeing her. I believe that’s changed.”
“Problem?”
Zane’s lips curled. “No. I’m happy for you.” He looked over. “What?” His brother asked when Seth’s brows drew closer. “You’re surprised that I’m happy for you? I can’t say the same for Elton, though.”
Elton—third in line of the Andersons. He was also the loudest, perhaps the only, protestor about Clary’s presence.
“You should tell the man that you’re Clary’s boyfriend,” Zane continued.
Seth would tell the whole world if he could, but it seemed strange to announce it to the detective. “Why?”
“Coming all the way from New York.” His brother shook his head. “Can’t be good.” He glanced over at Seth again. “Unless he and Clary had some special kind of connection.”
Seth shot Zane a glare. “You’re not pretending to be supportive just so you can secretly sabotage us, are you?”
“I’m not Holly.” Zane stepped back when they got to the door, and Seth opened it.
The detective looked up from his phone and dropped it back into the front pocket of his dark blue jeans. He paused for a moment, and his thick, black brows twitched as he looked between them.
It appeared the detective hadn’t shaven for the day, and the shadow of his beard added to the ruggedness of his slightly squarish jawline.
“Clary’s upstairs,” Seth said.
“You must be Seth Anderson.” The detective extended his hand. “Ron Woznick. I was the detective in charge of Gavin Ressler’s case. Ressler threat—”
