His tone dry, he says, “I didn’t know how many of your ex-lovers would attempt to shoot their way into my building.”
“You move pretty fast, don’t you?”
“Once I’m motivated, at the speed of light,” he murmurs, his gaze locked to mine.
“And now you’re motivated?”
“You know I am.”
“By me?”
“Don’t be coy.”
“But I’m so cute when I’m being coy.”
He reaches up and caresses my cheek. “Are you worried?”
“Hell, yes.”
“About what?”
“That you’ll die of your advanced age, and I’ll have to find a Realtor on short notice to unload this lover’s pied-à-terre you bought.”
Knowing I didn’t want to admit I was worried about what might happen to him, he chuckles. “It’s hardly a pied-à-terre.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s a ten-thousand-square-foot estate on six acres.”
My lips part, but no s
