Page 8 of Greed

“Of course.”

I glance out the window as he answers the call.

“I’d be happy to do that, sir,” he says without a hint of hesitation in his tone. “I’ll be there at ten-thirty tomorrow morning to drive you.”

Just as I turn my head, I catch sight of the reflection of Rygar’s blue eyes locked on mine in the rearview mirror.

“We are on our way there now.” Rygar wiggles his eyebrows. “I’ll ask her. Just a moment.”

I lean forward on the seat, hoping I’m the ‘her’he’s referring to.

“Mr. Wells would like to speak with you.” Rygar holds his phone over his shoulder. “If that’s all right with you.”

I take it from him and suck in a deep breath before I greet the man I left not long ago. “Hello?”

“Abigail.” Declan’s voice is low and edged with a rasp that I can feel all the way to my toes. “I didn’t have a chance to properly thank you for tonight.”

A light laugh escapes me. “Thank me for what?”

“For helping me remember why I love this city.” He lets out a barely audible sigh. “Sometimes I forget that something special can be right around the corner when you least expect it.”

Feeling bold because of the physical distance between us, I smile. “Am I the something special?”

“You’re the something spectacular.”

I can’t help but laugh. “How can I not accept a compliment like that?”

“Are you going home to someone tonight?”

“My roommate,” I answer as generically as possible since his question caught me off guard.

“Does your roommate share a bedroom with you?”

“She doesn’t.” I bow my head to hide my smile from Rygar. “Are you asking if I have a boyfriend, Mr. Wells?”

“Boyfriend, lover, fuck buddy,” he spits the last two words out in such a rough tone that my core clenches.

How is he so brutally sexy, even during a phone call?

Speechless, I stare at the back of Rygar’s seat as the car heads toward the bridge. I’m grateful the driver can’t hear this conversation.

Declan’s deep voice fills the silence I left when I didn’t respond to him.“To be very clear, I’m asking if you’re sleeping with anyone at the moment.”

“I’m in your car with your very charming driver.” I grin when I hear Rygar chuckle. “So the answer is no, I’m not doing that right at this moment.”

“Abigail.” My name comes out sounding like pain is etched in each syllable, or maybe it’s need.

“I’m single,” I whisper. “Are you?”

“Very,” he says brusquely. “What would it take to get you to tell Rygar to turn the car around?”

I drop my gaze to my lap. “You want me to come back?”

“Now.”

“I don’t know you,” I remind him.

“You want to,” he counters. “I promise I’ll give you a night to remember.”

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