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“No. Worse.”
On a scale of jackass to asshole…“I’m Team Hayseed.”
And I’m here to fire you.
He wasn’t going to say that, because he knew – he’d known the minute she walked out of that party – she did not belong on his uncle’s list. He didn’t know the how or the why, but he was determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going on in that Manhattan office.
And come Monday morning, she would know that, too.
But anything between them – between now and then – would seriously complicate things.
He tapped the driver’s shoulder. “Take her wherever she wants to go,” he said as the car stopped for a red light. Before Nora could react or he could change his mind, Alex reached for the door handle.
ChapterEight
“Lady…you gotta make a decision here.”
The driver gestured for the honking gridlock behind him to go around. He couldn’t very well move while Nora stood in traffic, watching Beck cut through Bryant Park.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
She had become one ofthosepeople, yelling swear words on 42ndStreet after midnight. Cursing her heels, cursing the universe. “Can you just – ” she pulled the skirt of her dress around her legs as she climbed back into the car, “ – follow him or cut him off on the next block?”
“No can do, miss. Sixth Avenue runs uptown.”
For some reason, this infuriated her more than being abandoned in the middle of Midtown. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve lived here my whole damn life!”
“Whaddaya want, me to drive across the ice rink? Through the library building? I’ll have to cut across to Madison and go up around the block to get back to Fifth.”
“We’ll lose him in the time that takes!”
“Look.” He softened his tone. “I got a daughter your age. No guy is worth chasing. And nothing good happens after two a.m. So let me drop you home, sweetheart.”
Nora flopped back against the leather seat.
“You said you dropped his bags earlier. Where?”
Steely blue eyes, bracketed by the kind of wizened wrinkles her dad’s had, glimpsed her in the rearview mirror. “Honey, if you don’t even know where he was – ”
“From,” she said calmly. “Where from?”
“I picked him up at LaGuardia.”
No bridge. No tunnel.
Beck really was Team Hayseed.
“Okay.” Nora closed her eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. “Okay,” she whispered again. “Turn here, 47thplease. Corner of 9this fine. Thanks.”
Of course he was. Even Sylvie had picked up on it.
Not from around here.
Jay and Avi’s words echoed in her ears as well.
What’s he want…what’s he expecting…
Her phone, now fully charged, lit up with a message. As if on cue, Sylvie had sent a group text, one image.
