The limo rolled to a stop in front of Ava’s apartment. She drew in a deep breath, then tilted her head slightly to look at the man who had helped her through yet another tangled moment. The streetlight pierced through the windshield, illuminating his face. Every feature was breathtaking: the strong, masculine jaw, the high cheekbones, the perfectly sculpted nose. His lips, thin and sharp, gave him a distinctly handsome edge.
Ava parted her lips to speak, but her voice was barely above a whisper. “Thank you for saving me again, sir.”
Zac pressed his lips together, momentarily looking out the window as if contemplating her words. Then, his gaze turned back to her. “Is this where you stay?”
Ava nodded twice, her response barely audible. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you live alone?” he asked, his voice
