Page 118 of An Indecent Longing

For the next five minutes, he tried to lose their tail but whoever was behind the wheel of that car was good.

Any other time, Ian would be pumped at the game. But not with Dorrie’s safety at stake.

And when he realized he’d been outmaneuvered as another car joined the chase, he knew he had only one play.

“Call Adam.” He exchanged a glance with Ben in the rearview. “And call Marcov. Tell them we’re heading toward Broad out to the stadium—fuck!”

The light at the next intersection changed and he had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting the group of pedestrians who obliviously stepped into the street.

And Ian saw a third car slot in beside him.

“Ben.”

“I know.”

The passenger in the car next to them looked straight at Ian and rolled down his window.

“Our boss would like a word with Ms. Haverstick.”

“She respectfully declines.”

“It won’t take long. He assures you he only wants to talk and he’ll guarantee her safety.”

“Since I have no idea who your boss is, you’ll understand why I’m not jumping at your offer.”

“James Tosto. Google him. Not sure you’ll find much but there might be something you can use.”

“I still think she’ll pass.”

The guy shrugged, like he’d expected Ian’s answer. “Then I guess you’ll just need to have Ms. Haverstick deliver a message.”

Ian’s jaw locked. “There’s no need for her to be involved.”

The guy continued as if Ian hadn’t spoken. “Mr. Tosto would like Mr. Antonoff to know he only wishes to open a line of communication. Ms. Haverstick is in no danger from Mr. Tosto. Just have her tell her father to contact Mr. Tosto.”

All the air left his lungs in a rush as Ian’s brain made connections he didn’t want to make.

And from the backseat, he heard Dorrie gasp.

Holy fuck.

Dorrie felt her head spin as the man who’d just blown apart her world drove away without a backward glance.

“Dorrie?” Ben sounded as if he was speaking from underwater as the car moved forward. “You need to breathe. Come on. Shake it off.”

“Is it true?”

She blinked as Ian’s question made it through the fog in her brain.

“Ian,” Ben growled. “Not now.”

“My appointment—”

“Is canceled.” Ian again. “We’re going back to the house so you can tell us what the fuck is going on.”

“Ian,” Ben snapped at him. “Take it down.”

In the rearview mirror, she saw the look Ian leveled at her and her tongue twisted in knots. She didn’t think she could’ve said another word if she’d tried.

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