Page 46 of Cozen

“Hmm.”

He gestured back the way they had come. “The car left for me is this way.”

“Great.”

Sargon let Cozen move in to step with him before he snagged her arm, and tucked her hand into his elbow. At first, she tried to tug her hand back, but he held firm and refused to let her go.

“What are you doing?” she asked, eyes flashing with indignation.

“Keeping you safe. It’s what Jett wants.”

Her lips flattened from their pretty bow-shape into a grim line. “I don’t think he means this close, actually.”

Sargon glanced down at her—she wasn’t very much shorter than his six foot three in her heels—and lifted a brow. The sweet pink flush had colored up her neck just beneath the collar of her trench coat, and he could see her pulse racing in her throat just below her skin.

“He’s going to look in to your history,” Sargon murmured.

Cozen stiffened a bit. “Is he?”

“Do you have something to hide, Cozen?”

Her laughter came out musical as people blew by them on the street. “Don’t we all have skeletons in our closet?”

“Some bones are harder to find than others.”

“Only if there’s bones left behind.”

Sargon smiled—she had a damn good point. “I’ll be the one tasked with looking in to your history. You could save me a bit of trouble, and let me know what I’m going to find here and now.”

“Is that your way of trying to pry personal information out of me?”

“Perhaps.”

Cozen gave him a look, but he saw the amusement dancing in her eyes. “I’ll take my chances, Sargon.”

“Your call, woman.”

The two walked in silence until Sargon had found his vehicle from earlier. He helped Cozen into the back seat, but before he closed the door, he once again caught her staring at him.

Not in distain.

Not in irritation.

No, in interest.

He smiled. “Something on your mind?”

“Should there be, Sargon?”

“You tell me.”

Cozen shook her head, and then glanced away. “I don’t think so.”

“Shame. I know I told you this already, but it deserves a second mention. You really do look beautiful, Cozen. The most beautiful woman in New York at the moment. It’s too bad you spent your night with a man who didn’t understand you deserved to be showcased first, and not a promise of more.”

Her head snapped back in his direction, and the interest in her eyes had changed to something else entirely. Something that looked a hell of a lot like lust.

“Is that so?” she whispered.