Page 89 of Chandelier Sin
I pushed up. “Let’s go in.”
Sliding open the glass door, I gestured for Greyson to go ahead.
He went in ahead of me. “I brought Amelia.”
Alarm bells went off in my head. “Why didn’t you bring her in?”
“Wanted to talk with you first. In private. See how you’re doing.”
“You left her in the car?”
“You told me this is a safe neighborhood. The car’s locked.”
Yes,but if they’d watched Greyson arrive nothing would stopthemfrom getting to her.
I bolted outside, heart pounding, sprinting along the pathway to the underground structure, picking up speed beneath the cement archway into the guest parking area.
I jolted to a stop ten feet from his Porsche, breathing hard. Amelia was in the passenger seat with her head down and her eyes shut.
Unconscious?
Our mutual history ran through my brain like a romantic movie. I’d shared her with Greyson not that long ago. Made love to her, both of us taking her hard and then spoiling the sweet sub in every conceivable way.
I approached the car, scanning the garage to see if anyone else was around.
Reaching for the car handle, I opened the door just as Greyson caught up to me.
“Hey,” he said, panting.
Amelia popped open her eyes and looked up at us, her pretty face brightening when she saw me. “Hi, Atticus.”
I exhaled with relief, not wasting a second getting her out of there.
She wore low-cut jeans, and her T-shirt fit so tight her beaded nipples showed.
“Hurry,” I said. “Come inside.”
We all returned to the kitchen—because I needed another goddamned drink after that excitement. Pulling out three beers, I used the bottle opener to lift the caps off each one quickly.
I handed one to Amelia and then slid Greyson’s across the counter to him.
“Can we stay here tonight?” he asked.
I gave a shrug. “Sure.”
“Wait for us in the other room,” he told Amelia.
She scurried that way, leaving us to talk.
“Bad day?” he said.
“Had a long case.” I waved it off. “Nothing unusual.”
“How’s the patient?”
“Fine.”
“You just seem a little—”
