Outside, the engine of the middle car was still running, and somewhere fifty-eight floors above Manhattan, a dog that hadn’t opened his eyes in a week was about to hear footsteps that weren’t his owner’s.
She didn’t have an answer. Not one she could say out loud, standing in the middle of that glass tomb of a penthouse with a dying dog watching from the corner and a man made of rumors studying her like she was a puzzle with a missing piece. So instead of answering, she looked away … Read more