Page 58 of Angel In Armani

His face was serious. “Maybe. But only for a while, Sara. I’m not going to lie to my partners forever.”

She nodded. “That’s fair enough. Just a month or so maybe. Which means, no sleeping together in Florida. I definitely do not want anyone catching you sneaking out of my hotel room.”

He frowned. “Not sleeping with you isn’t very appealing right now.”

“You’ll live. I hear cold showers work wonders.”

“How about phone sex?”

She laughed. “I’ll take it into consideration.” She glanced at the clock. It was getting close to six thirty. She wanted to be at Deacon by eight. “You should get going, shouldn’t you?”

“See, you are trying to get rid of me,” he said, but he smiled and leaned over and kissed her again. The kiss had turned heated way too quickly when she finally pulled away. They stayed close for a moment, foreheads resting together, breathing heavily.

“Remind me why I have to go again?” he said, sounding hoarse.

“Something about a pesky Hippocratic oath and some idiots who’ve managed to smash themselves up.”

“Right. That.” He made a noise deep in his throat as he moved his hand off her breast. “I hate that.”

“No, you don’t. So go be a doctor. I’ll be right here tonight.”

“Tonight’s a long time away.”

“Operate fast then.”

Chapter Thirteen

True to Lucas’s word, once Sara flashed her pass at the security gate and drove through into the underground parking lot, Gardner was waiting for her by the elevator.

“Good morning,” he said as she reached him.

“Hi.” Nerves bloomed again as she stared at the Saints logo painted on the elevator door, fingers clamping around the strap of her purse. Nothing to be nervous about. It wasn’t as though this was a job interview. They’d already hired her. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“You, too. I hope things went smoothly in Orlando? There was no problem with the helicopter we hired?” The doors slid open and he gestured for her to get in.

“It was great,” she assured him. “Do I need to take anybody anywhere today?”

“Not so far,” Gardner said, pressing the button for the fourth floor. “But that could change. Alex wanted to be here to say hello but he got called into Ice headquarters. So Maggie Jameson is going to give you the tour.”

“Maggie Jameson? Whose dad used to own the Saints?”

“The one and only.” Gardner smiled. “She insisted. Said she knows the place better than the rest of us. Which no one can argue with.”

The elevator came to a halt. Sara took a deep breath.

Gardner looked sympathetic. “Trust me, Maggie’s not scary. Well, not unless you’re a Yankees fan.” He frowned. “You’re not, are you?”

“Definitely not,” Sara said. Thank God he hadn’t asked if she was a Saints fan.

“Good.” The smartphone in his hand suddenly started buzzing. He looked at the screen. “I’m sorry, I have to take this. Do you mind finding your own way? Maggie’s in Alex’s office, it’s the one at the end of this corridor. Just knock on the door.”

Sara hesitated but nodded when Gardner lifted the phone to his ear. She was going to have to meet everyone eventually. Might as well start at the top. And she had to admit to a certain degree of curiosity about Maggie Jameson.

She’d managed to avoid the finer details—or most of the details, really—of baseball growing up, but it was hard not to know at least something about Maggie Jameson, who hadn’t gone to school on Staten but was kind of island royalty, if there was such a thing. Maggie had been a year or two ahead of Sara at school and she’d been a topic of frequent speculation whenever she appeared in the news due to the Saints connection. Sara hadn’t paid much attention but she knew a bit about her. That her mom had died and she’d been raised by her baseball-team-owning father.

She had a vague mental image of a very pretty girl with long dark hair and dark eyes, but who knew if that was right?

So meeting Maggie was kind of like meeting a celebrity … someone you’d heard about but never met.

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