Page 421 of Dark Love

“Huh?”

“Didn’t you get some soup? He always drops some off during his lunch when someone is sick.”

Wow. Not only is he beautiful, but he’s kind and generous. Adonis really meant what he said. “No. There was a miscommunication.” Or a grumpy, rude man. However you look at it, I missed out on good soup.

“Oh, that stinks. Adonis literally found the best soup in all of Urbium. People have tried to figure out where he gets it, but no one has. There is a rumor going around that it’s some hole-in-the-wall place. But if anyone ever figures it out, they’ll be a hero around here.”

I’d prefer to disappear. The brownies have made that a little hard, but it’s good. I need to push myself out of my comfort zone. That’s what this is all about.

Our conversation made the ride up the elevator go by quickly.

My therapist was right. I can do this.

It’s also nice to know Adonis isn’t a gossip. If he was, Mindy would have known all about Vex and be grilling me right now.

Not that I would tell her anything.

There isn’t much to tell other than the fact that Vex is a really nice guy who hates chicken noodle soup. Nice isn’t the right word. Thoughtful maybe.

Considerate.

Sexy—

“Prue, could I have a moment of your time?”

Where did Adonis come from? Um… “Sure.” This isn’t good. Is he going to fire me because Vex slammed the door in his face?

“Have a seat,” Adonis says as he closes the door behind me.

Uh oh. This isn’tgood.

“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I’d like to talk to you as a friend, not your boss.”

Huh? Friends? That’s why you’re doing this, to make friends. But I thought it would be Mindy or some other woman around here that I made friends with first.

Beggars can’t be choosers. “Of course, I’d like that.”

Adonis smiles down at me from his perch on the corner of his desk.

Though I can’t mention this to my mother, or she’ll have us engaged in her mind within the week. She might drive down to try to decide if I should marry Max or Adonis.

“This job exposes us to lots of things. One being cases of domestic violence. In my time here there have been far too many cases of domestic abuse.”

He isn’t wrong. I’ve gotten several calls about it already.

“Prue, I’m concerned about you.”

About me? “Why?” I live alone.

“That man that answered your door isn’t a good man.”

“Vex? You’re worried about Vex?” My mouth drops open.

“Even that name doesn’t inspire trust. A woman alone in the city can’t be too careful about who she trusts.”

He’s right, but it’s Vex he’s talking about.

“Now I know sometimes it might seem in the beginning all perfect and easy.”

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