Page 53 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

“This is an apartment building?” she asked. “Because I always thought it was offices.”

“Nope.” Rainer smiled as he ushered her into the elevator. He held her suitcase, the leather messenger bag he used as a briefcase strapped across his chest. “Strictly residential.”

Feeling jittery for no reason, she bobbed up and down on her toes until they stepped off the elevator on the twenty-second floor.

She pounced on her father as soon as he opened the door.

It was a measure of how much Ephraim had missed her that he didn’t chide her for nearly knocking him down. Instead, he squeezed her tight, patting her on the head as if he couldn’t quite believe she was back.

Rainer tapped her on the shoulder. “I’m going to check in with the security office while you two have your reunion.”

He was gone before she could tell him to stay.

“So, has that boy been treating you right?”

Ephraim was watching her with that knowing look in his eye. “Of course, Rainer’s been great. He made sure nothing happened to me.”

“I may be an old fart, but I’m not senile yet. I know something happened.”

Pursing her lips, she started to shake her head. Ephraim was a good dad, but he shouldn’t have been able to tell she’d taken a lover. Diamond would have known just by looking at her, but not him.

“Hamuda, he didn’t even bother to move your things in here.”

Georgia took a step back. “He didn’t?”

Ephraim gestured to a hallway. “Your things were in the second bedroom, but no sooner had I started to unpack them than Mr. Bigshot’s men came and took them away.”

His tone was gruff, but the twinkle in his eye told her he was amused—up to a point.

Georgia didn’t know what to say. “Where did they take them?”

Her father pointed to the ceiling.

She frowned, cocking her head to the side. “Am I supposed to ask God?”

“No, I mean ask your Mr. Moneybags. He lives upstairs.” Underneath the bluster, Ephraim was close to laughing.

Her mouth dropped open. “Excuse me,what?”

“I suspect that’s where your things are, too. On the twenty-fourth floor.”

“Did you give her the tour, Ephraim?”

She whirled to see Rainer had returned.

Ephraim held out his hands. “This is the living room, and that’s the kitchen,” he said, pointing to the end of the room. Like the lodge, the shiny chrome facilities were at one end of the large, open room.

He jerked his thumb at the hallway on the right of the door. “Bedrooms are that way. But I suspect George won’t be sleeping here, will she?”

Rainer didn’t bat an eyelash. He nodded at Ephraim, softening the carved planes of his face with a slight smile. He held out his hand to Georgia. “Want to continue the tour?”

Her wide eyes flicked to Ephraim, but her father smirked and waved her on. “Go.”

Sucking in a deep breath, she walked over to Rainer and took his hand.

“Dinner’s at seven,” he called over his shoulder as he led her out the door.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

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