Page 40 of I Am Sin

Tracy smiles at me. “I’m glad to hear that. Because he ishot.”

I can’t disagree with Tracy. Dragonishot. Classically handsome, with granite-carved facial features, amazing eyes, with the long hair and stubble that give him that dangerous look.

I’ve always appreciated his attractiveness, but I considered him some kind of enigma. Someone who’d be hard to get to know.

Plus I always had other things going on and wasn’t interested in finding a man.

I want to work toward my career in architecture. At some point, I want to be one of those architects whose work is featured on the cover ofArchitecture Digest. The one who billion-dollar corporations hire to design their next amazing building.

Tracy is yammering at me about something, and I catch the last couple of words.

“…you think he left?”

Good question. “Let me grab my purse. I’ll give him a call.”

Tracy nods as I head into Teddy’s bedroom where everyone’s coats and purses are stashed. I grab my phone and?—

“Oh, shit!”

I run out of the room and find Teddy, who’s dancing with Bud. I grab her arm.

She cocks her head. “Yeah, what is it, Dee?”

“My friend I brought with me. Dragon. He went up to the roof, and now he’s stuck up there.”

She drops her jaw. “Oh my God. Yeah, you either have to have a keycard to open it, or most people just stick a brick in the door jamb. There’s a pile of bricks.” She frowns. “I wonder why he didn’t do that.”

“He probably didn’t think of it. If I know Dragon, he probably went up to get some alone time.”

She digs into her pocket. “Here, take my key. Go on up and get him.”

“Thanks, Ted.”

I grab my jacket from the bed and leave Teddy’s apartment. I walk to the end of the hallway to the stairwell and up to the top. I open the door.

I’ve been to this rooftop many times, but it looks way different without people milling about, without lights strung up and glittering.

The air is brisk now that the sun has gone down. The moon is high in the sky. I look around. “Dragon?”

There are a few alcoves on the roof, so I check them.

But when I don’t find Dragon?—

I gasp out in panic.

“Dragon!” I say loudly.

No response.

Okay… No need to panic. Maybe he found another way down. Maybe someone came up and opened the door and he got out that way.

But if he’d done that, wouldn’t he have come back to the party? Or at least told me where he was going?

Maybe not.

This is Dragon, after all. He would probably feel like he was bothering me. He has his own key to my place, so he may have just gone home.

I grab my phone and call my landline. He may not answer, but at least it’s a shot.

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