CHAPTER EIGHT
“Where are we going?”
Ian led her on foot across the parking lot and through the pedestrian gate in the fence to the more significant section of the compound. As they walked past the building housing the Trident offices, Beau came running out from behind it and heeled at Ian’s side without being told. “My place. We converted the last building into large apartments. Mine’s on the first floor, and Devon and Kristen live on the second.”
They continued across the paved lot with their canine escort. Harder than granite, Ian not-so-discreetly adjusted himself for the third time since they climbed back up the grand staircase, and Angie smirked knowingly when she caught him in the act. He was just as aroused as she was, if not more so, and he couldn’t wait for them to be alone. Wh
