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“I don’t recognize you, and I’m sorry, I was only told to come here, ask for Cosmo, and tell him I was the pickup.”

“Is your name like Beetlejuice or somethin’, can’t say it three times?” He snorted at his own joke.

“No…”

“Great. Then tell me. You know I’m Cosmo; it’s only fair.”

This guy was like a kid. “Em, happy?”

His smile dropped immediately, and a shiver ran up my spine. That wasn’t happiness on his face.

“Em,” he whispered. “Is that short for something?”

“Yeah, but I like Em.”

“’Kay, yeah. All right, I’m gonna go see what’s keeping the Boss. I’ll be a minute.”

He left the room and the second the door shut I heard the lock. “Fuck.”

I placed the drink on the desk and rushed to the door.Yep, locked.

Where did this guy know me from to illicit such a reaction? I was practically invisible to the people Ramsey sent me to.

There were no windows in the office. I had to hope that when Cosmo returned, it would be with what I’d been sent here to get, and I’d be able to leave. I really didn’t want to spend Thanksgiving in the basement for being late.

It was about five minutes before the door swung open. First I saw Cosmo and I opened my mouth to ask the guy what his problem was, but another man came into view.

The man from the alley, my hopeful prince. As he stepped forward, power and danger radiated off him. His eyes widened as he met mine.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” His voice was low, gravelly, and a bit sinful.

“You have?”

“Yes. You’re a hard man to track down, Em. But now you’re here, and there’s no way I’m letting you slip away again.”

Fuck. I was totally going to be spending Thanksgiving in the basement.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“A dead end is just a good place to turn around.” ~ Naomi Judd

Saros

How fortunate was I?The very man I’d been lifting every rock to find had walked right into my club the day before we were all supposed to be thankful for what we had.

His face was pinched, and fear glimmered in his gorgeous eyes. But he didn’t have to fear me.

“Please, Em, have a seat.”

“I’d like that, but I have to deliver this soon. There’s a deadline I must adhere to.”

I cocked my head.How bizarre.“The package isn’t anything that will expire if you sit and have a drink with me.”

“As much as a relief as that is, I have a time I’m to return.”

I sat in my seat behind the desk, more so to stop me from grabbing the man and running off with him. Cosmo stood by my office door, so Em wasn’t going anywhere.

“And what time would that be?”

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