POV: Eli
Eli Michealson's red convertible was waiting for him out front. The motor was already running, with the air conditioner set at full blast.
Jim, the head of the valet service, held out Eli's remote keys as The Ghost strolled out with Brigail behind him.
"Thanks, Jim." The valet head, a small middle-aged guy with a tanned complexion, held the door open for Eli and The Ghost folded himself in.
Jim circled the car as he opened the passenger door for Brigail, but she didn't make any move to follow Eli inside the flashy vehicle.
"Miss Havens?" Eli asked.
"Do you mind if we take a walk? It's only a couple of blocks," Brigail said sweetly, using her Southern drawl.
Jim, who was standing idly beside the luxury vehicle, whipped his head in Brigail's direction with an incredulous expr
