Jesus fucking Christ.I am never drinking tequila again.One more shot and the possibility of me dragging that woman—aka my client—to Vegas and marrying her was pretty high.
Toohigh.
I mean, I almost bought a sex club, so why not totally destroy my reputation and life.
No offense to Colt.I’ve enjoyed the benefits over the years, but a shotgun marriage and sex club is super off-brand for me.
I drag myself through the day, doing a workout in my home gym, soaking in the hot tub, watching a movie and then hitting the streets on the Ducati to get some fresh air.
An oxymoron, as I live in Manhattan.
I end up parked outside Drew’s apartment building as the sun goes down.I don’t know why.I haven’t seen him in weeks, but for some reason I feel like he’s the person I can talk to about this.After all, he and Gemma went on a rollercoaster ride together as business partners, so perhaps I think he’ll understand.
Ripping off my helmet, I stride into the building and come to a halt as Zoe, Gemma, and Drew stride toward me.They look to be on their way out to dinner.
“Hey Zander.I wasn’t expecting you.”Drew slows as they reach me, a slight frown on his face.
He’s worried.I’m not the guy who just rocks up at his place.All of us are close, and the unspoken bond after losing Jack means we will drop anything if we need one another.
“I should’ve called.”I tug my helmet under my arm and rub my unshaven jaw.
Gemma and Drew share a look while Zoe, Gemma's young daughter, races toward my legs and hugs me like I’m a tree.
“Zeeeander!”
“Hey squirt.Taught your robot any new tricks lately?”I run my hand over her hair and smile.She’s very cute and cheeky.
“No,” she pouts.“Mommy is scared of it.”
“I’mnotscared,” Gemma frowns, then looks at me.“It knows too much.It’s creepy.I hope she grows out of this robot faze quickly.”
I chuckle, then it fades as I look back at Drew.“I’ll call you tomorrow.Go have fun.”
Drew shakes his head and slides a hand over Gemma’s back affectionately.
“Why don’t Zoe and I meet you at the restaurant in a little while?”she looks at my friend with eyes full of love.“We can have ice cream first.”
“Yes!Robot ice cream.”Zoe bounces and claps.
Drew laughs at his soon-to-be stepdaughter and kisses Gemma’s cheek.“Thanks, baby.”
“Robots do not eat ice-cream,” Gemma mumbles, then takes Zoe’s hand and shoots me with a smile before heading toward the entrance.
Drew nods to his security.“Go with them.I’ll join you in an hour.”
When we’re alone, he nods at the private elevator, and we go up.It’s silent until we reach his penthouse.When the door closes behind us, I follow him into the living room, dropping the helmet on the ground, and remove my black leather jacket.
I sit on the sofa while Drew pours us both a glass of Macallan.When he places it on the table in front of me, I ignore it.
My liver needs a break.
“Not going to lie, I’m seriously worried you’ve killed someone.”Drew sips the gold liquid as he takes a seat in an armchair.
I start laughing.
“So, I’m not changing my shoes and burying a body?”
“Not tonight,” I assure him.
