Trevor ~
Of course, my brother and his wife live in the penthouse, their apartment complete with an amazing view of the Empire State building. “Have you been here before?" I ask Shana as the elevator moves upward.
“Once."
“Good."
Shana turns my way and smiles. Today's walk in the sun and wind has left her cheeks pinkened. Her hair is pulled back in a long ponytail, the ends twisting into long curls and her eyes are wide. “Is there a reason we're now talking in one-word sentences?"
“I was just thinking that it was a d**k move to bring you here before my apartment."
“Why?"
“Now, who's using one word?"
Thankfully we're alone in the elevator as it continues its climb. To access the penthouse, you must first check in on the lobby floor and the doorman must enter a key, unless of cours
