Page 94 of Cozen

The brain was stranger.

A single scent—one tied to good or bad events in one’s life—could bring back a swell of memories. And all someone need to do was smell it in passing.

Sargon knew this scent was going to be that for him.

A trigger.

A trigger of her.

“Come in,” she whispered. “Stay with me tonight.”

Sargon slipped his hands under her jaw, and tipped her head back a bit so he could stare right into her eyes. Quickly, he dropped one kiss, and then a faster second one, on the seam of her softly smiling lips.

Then, he stepped back.

Cozen frowned.

“Get comfortable,” he told her as he turned around to head back down the hall.

“Seriously, you’re leaving?”

Sargon chuckled.

Didn’t she like her games?

“Sargon!”

“I told you, get comfortable for me.”

He didn’t bother to turn around. No, he just waved his hand high over his shoulder before he disappeared out the hallway door. He took the stairs two at a time, and then exited the apartment building just as fast as he had come in.

The cool May breeze from earlier in the evening had died down a bit. It was slightly warmer—comfortable, even. Summer would soon be there.

Sargon scanned the parking lot, and the streets as he slipped into the Mercedes. The engine purred to life under his handling, and he spun the tires a bit leaving the lot. He wasn’t sure how long he drove around the city.

Enough to lose anyone following him, anyway.

That was his plan.

Sargon didn’t know who to trust—he didn’t have the first clue if he was being followed, or watched. After all, Jett had him following Cozen on a regular basis. Who was to say the man wasn’t having someone else keep an eye on Sargon, too?

He parked the car in a hotel’s parking lot, and then used back alleys to get himself lost.

Well, not really.

He just needed to disappear for a bit.

A cab took him back to Cozen’s place, and then he hit all the buzzers at once to trick someone into letting him inside the building. He’d pick up the car again tomorrow sometime in the morning. Just in case … GPS, and all.

Sargon trusted no one.

Except …

He had a feeling he could trust her because they were kind of in this mess together now. The brown-haired, russet-eyed beauty that opened the apartment door to greet him.

Cozen had changed out of her dress, and slipped on something silky, and pretty.

It even had lace trim.