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Clearly, I’d been summoned. I scowled at the phone and stood. I pulled on my navy-blue jacket that matched my fitted skirt. I was planning to give Mr. Bossy Billionaire a piece of my mind.
And I hoped he had some good information for me.
I caught Viv in the hall. “Hey, I’m going to follow up on a lead, and then clock off for lunch. I’ll be back later.”
The other agent lifted a hand. “Sure thing. I have a wilted looking club sandwich I’m planning to eat at my desk while I work.”
“Lucky you.”
Downstairs, I saw the black BMW 8 series sedan waiting at the curb. I passed through the security gate and when the driver saw me, he stepped out and nodded. He opened the door. “Agent Coleman.”
“Thank you.” I slid in. The leather seat was buttery soft. As we drove to Kavner’s building, I admitted it was really nice to have lots of money.
My fingers clenched on the seat. Especially for a man who’d grown up with nothing. It had been tough for my mom, but we’d never gone hungry.
Kavner had lived on the streets as a young child. Knowing that fact made my heart hurt. He would have been so vulnerable. God, had anyone hurt him?
I was still lost in my thoughts when we pulled up at Ignis Tower. I thanked the driver and opened the door. As I reached the door to the lobby, a woman in a skirt and crisp blouse appeared and smiled. “Agent Coleman, you’re to take the elevator up. He’s waiting for you.”
“Thanks.”
We passed that interesting metal statue in the lobby. I’d looked it up since my last visit and knew it was by a young artist from Florida called Dustin Miller.
The efficient woman swiped a card at the elevator and pressed a button. “Have a good day.”
After stepping in, the elevator whisked me upward. When it slowed, I realized that I was at the rooftop.
I stepped out and the wind whipped at me.
Kavner was waiting.
My heart squeezed. His impact just didn’t seem to dull. Especially not when he wore a well-cut suit.
“London.” A slow smile spread over his face. His gaze was alert, and I realized I’d never really seen him relaxed. He was always on, calculating. Assessing.
“Are we eating on the rooftop?” I asked.
“Not quite.”
I frowned. “Fury.”
He held out a hand. “Trust me?”
God help me, I did. How the hell had that happened? I took his hand.
He led me across the rooftop, and that’s when I saw the sleek, black helicopter on the landing pad. My eyebrows went up.
“It’s a short ride, I promise. I have to check on a job, so this way I can do that, and have lunch with a certain tenacious Treasury agent.”
“It’s not far?” I still had to work this afternoon.
“No.”
I let him help me into the front passenger seat, which wasn’t easy while wearing a fitted skirt. I’d been in helicopters before on a few jobs, but nothing this plush.
When Kavner climbed into the pilot’s seat, I stiffened. “You’re flying?”
He smiled. “Looks like it.”
