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“Rich girl, huh? Maybe Reznik did share the loot. Invite yourself in.”
“Well, let me just tell the concierge to check on you,” I say.
Her smile grows. “Jace Reed, a gentleman, huh? And here I thought you were a night-stalker.”
“You are. And she already calls you by your name, lucky bastard.”
I’m sure it’s the sedative plus whatever booze she had that makes her happy and flirty as she leads me past the doorman and the polite concierge inside.
I don’t halt even for a second. “I’m delivering you right to your door,” I say as I confidently walk her toward the elevator. I need more time with her.
“Damn, Jace, smooth. Invite yourself for a drink.”
Lucy Moor giggles drunkenly as she stumbles into the elevator and presses the eleventh-floor button, then returns her cute smile to me. Her eyes study my unimpressive black outfit. “You are…”
I’m…working, yep, but I wish this wasn’t how we met.
“Sweet,” she says.
You have no idea…
Her quick laughter travels through my skin and lodges in my heart. She’s out of my league, and being in her presence gives me an instant crush.
She opens the door to her condo, and…wow!I pause in the doorway, startled.
Floor-to-ceiling windows line one wall of a huge living room with an open-concept kitchen at the back, giving way to a terrace and a magnificent view of the night Manhattan skyline.
A slick white living room set and a coffee table sit on a square plush carpet right in the center like it’s an appetizer on a giant dish at a fancy restaurant.
The rest of the space is filled with things that visually don’t fit in—an easel with a blank canvas and over a dozen canvases propped against the walls, trays with paints and brushes everywhere.
“Pardon the mess. I’m an artist, so…” Lucy doesn’t move away from the entrance but leans on the wall, her head slightly cocked as she stares at the window. “I never get tired of this view,” she murmurs with a dreamy sigh.
I thought she’d be a supermodel or something of the sort. But she’s an artist—the thought is a relief of sorts, though I shouldn’t care what she does for a living. Unless, of course, she funnels cryptocurrency through offshore accounts for Reznik. She’s an assignment. With luminous blue eyes and cute coral lips that I shouldn’t be staring at.
“Is this your place?” I ask.
“Yeah. I mean, no. I rent it. I mean…” She sighs and tosses her clutch onto the shoe rack, her movements slow and lazy. “I house-sit it for friends. Or people I know.”
“That’s too many variables. She’s bluffing.”Roey voice in my earpiece startles me. I forgot all about him.
“You stay here by yourself?” I probe.
“Yeah, for now.” She raises her hands above her head, stretching. Yeah, she’s tipsy alright. And beautiful, like a dream. “Though one of the bedrooms will be rented out soon.”
“Fishy.”
“Who’s the renter?”
“She’s house-sitting and renting one of the rooms. Our girl is a hustler. So hustle along.”
Lucy Moor exhales heavily and slowly kicks off her shoes, immediately dropping lower. I like her even better when she’s shorter, barely reaching my chin.
“I haven’t found one.” Slowly, she takes off her pink coat, revealing a black strapless minidress with costume jewelry. “It has to be someone reliable.” She carelessly tosses it onto the shoe rack as well. “It’s hard to find a good person these days.”
She looks so much smaller and delicate without that huge fur, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
“I have a feeling our Lucy Moor has more tricks up her sleeve. Reel her in!”Roey’s voice brings my eyes back to her face.
