Page 58 of Heart Stopping
If we could survive dealing with Granger Fairfield without getting caught or killed.
CHAPTER 22
HARLOW
"Is it time yet?" Boner whispered.
I checked my watch, the analogue kind that didn't illuminate. The hands were almost where we needed them to be.
"Soon," I whispered back. I wiped my palms on my jeans and peered across the street.
The brownstone in West Village was exactly the kind of place I'd buy if I didn't mind drawing attention to myself. It screamed money, power, influence. If I looked for longer, corruption and depravity.
Everything I despised. A beautiful building like this was wasted on someone like Fairfield.
Beside me, Boner shifted, brushing his arm against mine a couple of times.
"Sorry, itchy left nut. They always get itchy when I'm nervous."
I snorted softly. "We all have our quirks."
"Oh? What's yours?" He peered past me before drawing his head back. "You look as cool as a cucumber sandwich."
"Do people really eat those?" Give me a good old-fashioned PB and J any day.
He made a disgusted sound at the back of his throat. "Not me, love. Too fancy for my taste."
"Are you saying you're not fancy?" I teased.
"Fuck no," he said with a short laugh. "Just not cucumber sandwich fancy. Give me a good steak any day. Or some steak and kidney pie."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said.
Granger Fairfield wouldn't be needing his kidneys for much longer, but I wouldn't feed them to Boner unless he pissed me off. Which is to say, my options were open, but it was unlikely.
He cleared his throat. He must have had an inkling what I was thinking, but wouldn't say it with Cass listening in.
I chuckled to myself.
"Are you ready?" Cass said in my ear. "Fairfield is about to arrive."
Just as he said that, a dark town car slid around the corner and headed for the spot in front of the brownstone. The back door opened and Granger Fairfield stepped out one door, his security out the other.
"My replacement should be here shortly," the security guy was saying. "Denton is sick, so they sent in a new guy."
Fairfield seemed disinterested. He grabbed a bag out of the back of the car and carried it up to the stoop.
Expressionless, the security guy followed him up the steps and inside.
"We could have taken him out here," Boner complained.
"There's at least six security cameras in the vicinity," Cass said. "Someone would be suspicious if they all went down at the same time."
The town car slid away, replaced by a black SUV. A car you wouldn't pay much attention to on a normal night. One that blended in with the area. I wouldn't have looked twice if I didn'tknow what I was looking for. Namely Archer stepping out of the car and up to the front of the brownstone.
He wore a dark suit that looked tailor-made, and a crisp white shirt. Very different from his usual jeans and T-shirts, he looked good enough to peel off all the layers of fabric and eat him up. How would he feel about a bit of role-play involving that suit? Maybe with me and a pencil skirt and heels. Throw in a desk and we had a fantasy on our hands.
Heat burned through my blood and down to my core, threatening to drench my panties.
