“Tell him it could be in a nearby subway station or convenience store.”
“Sloane says it could be in a subway station or store.”
“Got it,” Zane says, stepping aside to make the call.
I watch him put the cell phone to his ear and speak firmly to Finn.
“You’re drooling,”Sloane points out.
“You’re drooling,” I grumble self-consciously.
“Can you please, please stop shoving me away when you two get naked? I really want to watch.”
“First of all, we’re not sleeping together any time soon. Second, ew, you perv. Third, I don’t know what makes you disappear. It’s not like I do it on purpose.”
“Don’t lie. You want to jump him so bad right now.”
“And how are you so sure about that?” I answer cockily, but inside, there’s a ring of truth to her observation.
Can anyone blame me?
Zane Cross has a silver tongue.
A silver tongue that can do all kinds of things outside of talking…
“Grey, if I had a body, I would be ALL over that.”Sloane licks her lips as she makes moon eyes at Zane’s back muscles.“I mean, come on. Don’t you just want to smack his butt?”
“Stop objectifying my husband,” I say. Although I do sneak a peek at Zane’s butt that is, admittedly, nicely toned beneath his sweatpants.
“You just called him your husband,”Sloane sing-songs.
“Did I?”
“You did.”
“I have no recollection of that.”
Zane lumbers back into my vicinity and I quickly turn away from Sloane. “What did Finn say?”
He doesn’t answer immediately and steps closer instead. My body sways toward him on instinct. Partly because I’m eager to hear what Finn found, but partly because he has—has always had—such a magnetic force around him. His nearness is a drug all its own and I can admit that I’m starting to succumb a little to the pull.
“Finn found storage lockers at a train station near the church.”
Excitement zings down my spine.
Sloane and I share a triumphant grin.
“Alright. Let’s go.” I march toward the door.
Before I can get far, Zane winds his good arm around my waist and drags me against him. The shadows cast from his body overlap with mine.
“Zane?” I look up. “What are you doing?”
The heat of his body singes my skin as he remains frozen in front of me. His blue eyes are shrouded in something heavy and determined.
“I’m sorry, Grey. You’re not leaving this hotel room tonight.”
Chapter Thirty-Two