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“I didn’t tell you I was coming here today. How did you know I’d be—?” I stop myself with a sigh. “Goddammit, Hugh. There’s no privacy with that man around.”
Silvan smirks, leaning in to kiss me. “There’s no privacy anywhere.” Taking my hand, he hauls me toward the door. “Come on.”
I sigh heavily. “I’m not hungry. And I need to go to a pharmacy so I can fill this prescription.”
“I’ll take care of it for you. We’ve got an appointment in a few minutes, that’ll eat up some time. We’ll grab some dinner after. Maybe you’ll be hungry by then.”
I frown, following him out the door. “What kind of appointment?”
He looks back and shoots me an enigmatic smile. “You’ll see.”
Hugh is waiting for us by the limo. I shoot him a dirty look as I climb into the car. “We need to talk about you being a major narc.”
His mustache twitches. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Miss Bradwell.”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, making it clear I don’t believe him.
Silvan settles in and smirks. “Thanks, Hugh.”
About fifteen minutes later, we drive past Boston Commons and pull up outside of a beautiful white brick building. The bottom floor houses an upscale Italian restaurant and there are five stories above it.
I assume we’re here to eat, but he said we had an appointment somewhere first.
Rather than explain himself, he hands off my birth control prescription to Hugh. “Get this taken care of while we’re here, will you.”
“Of course,” he says dutifully as I step out onto the sidewalk.
I look ahead at the man and woman walking out of the restaurant. She’s wearing heels and a tight green dress. He’s wearing a suit and shiny loafers.
I look down at my comfy outfit. “Um, I don’t think I’m dressed for this place.”
He takes my hand, leading me past the restaurant and down the small side street the side of the building faces. We stop about halfway down at a pair of double doors beneath an overhang.
He scans a card to gain access to the building, then pulls the door open and gestures for me to walk inside.
The place is very white, and for a horrifying moment, I wonder if he’s brought me to a wedding dress shop. There’s a lot of empty space and gleaming floors. Light-blue couches are set up in a few spots, well spaced out to give anyone sitting on them privacy.
No dresses that I can see.
There’s a woman behind a marble counter with straight brown hair in a navy-blue skirt suit. Silvan takes my hand and hauls me over to her.
“We’re seeing unit 1209.”
She smiles brightly. “Of course. Your father said you’d be here.” She grabs a white envelope off the desk, slides a stapled packet of papers inside, then closes it and slides it across the smooth surface.
Silvan takes it. “Thank you.”
“You’ll want to take the elevator up to the top floor. Let me know if you have any questions.”
I do.
I wait until we’re past the receptionist on our way to the elevator before I ask any. “Yourfatheris sending us somewhere? Should I brace myself?”
“No, it’s a nice thing,” he assures me.
I eye him as suspiciously as Hugh. “Your father isn’t nice.”
“To his family, he is. Sometimes,” he adds.
