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I didn’t do relationships, and I wasn’t about to start now.
What I needed to do was get myself into his apartment, unpack, and read the chapters Millie told me about when she handed me the book. The one thing I knew I needed to do was stay in the loop with this club. I had to stay on top of things, one step ahead of them, or they’d use it to their advantage.
I climbed out of my car and opened the trunk to see my two suitcases and a backpack. I glanced at the elevator across from where I’d parked and debated whether I could make it.
Yeah, I could balance them all.
As I delicately placed the second bag on the first one and looped my arms through the backpack, I heard a man humming a Christmas carol a few cars down.
“Hey, there,” he said, giving a wave. “Need any help with those?”
I scowled. “No. I’m fine. Thanks.”
“You sure? I don’t mind.” His smile widened, and I remembered all those stories about serial killers with good smiles.
“Totally fine, but thanks.” I rolled my bags toward the elevator with Mr. Good Deeds behind me.
As I struggled with the door, he quickly dashed in front of me and opened the door.
“Here, I’ve got that for you.” He grinned as I slid by him with my bags.
“Thanks.”
“Floor?” he asked, standing next to me.
I knew better than to tell strangers where I lived, but he was about to get on the elevator with me. I didn’t need to be weirder than I already had been. Plus, there were plenty of cameras.
“P.”
He whistled. “Big time.”
I tilted my head in confusion. “How so?”
“The penthouse.”
“Oh, right. I didn’t even put two and two together. P, penthouse. Gotcha.”
The elevator dinged, and I rolled right into the carriage.
“So, are you friends with Hunter?” he asked.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
He nodded as I pushed in my code to ride up to P.
“He’s certainly not around much now that he’s not with that woman with dark hair.”
I chuckled. “You mean Brielle?”
He snapped his fingers. “That’s her name.”
“Are you friends with Hunter?” I asked.
“I try to hit up his bar a couple of times a month. Good drinks. Good food. Good company. If that makes us friends, then yes. My name is Dave.”
“Good to meet you, Dave.”
I wasn’t going to give him my name, and thankfully, the elevator opened on his floor just in time.
