ating. Harper's sobbing had quieted to wet, hiccuping gasps. She sniffled loudly, di

nded from t

quare of da

oaked, wiping her eyes. "This Uber service is

nto the fabric. It

a tissue. It was heavy silk. She looked down. Embroidered

and along the seat beneath her. It wasn't the sticky vinyl of

it her like a buc

squinting into the dim co

mere blanket was draped over his legs. His face was pale, angular, and devastatingly

rself against the door handle. "You...

, her phone blasted a pop song. Th

it, her hands

hout speakerphone. "Brunch is booked! Mimosas are on

" she whispered, "I didn't just shed him. I was dumped. And.

ow. The corner of his mouth twitched,

ssed a button on the conso

t, and terrifyingly calm. I

er yelled, panic rising. She sl

. "Miss, you jumped into my car. And you

snot-filled ball of silk i

on the phone. "Harper! That's

er said weakly. "Or a serial

back against the headrest. "Get out when w

She thought about the look on Bradford's face. The way Victoria had looked at her like she was trash. And now, here

ew

eet me at the Velvet Room. Since life is screwing me, I migh

narrow, brick-walled alleywa

He didn't offer a hand. Instead, he walked to the t

The man in the turtleneck used his arms-powerful, corded with muscle-to lif

and adjusted his cuffs. H

er fear suddenly replaced by a con