Lifting his glass, he took a sip. “It’s been my pleasure. Be sure to come again next Saturday. I don’t think Davies is going to relax until he gets you out of his system.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” I looked over at Jason one more time and then started toward the door. I didn’t like the unknown and Mark was definitely that. The only thing I could dig up on him was that he worked for William, his wife died two years ago in a car accident, and he spent his free time in casinos. Other than that, his life was a mystery; he wasn’t in any other activities.
Taking a deep breath, I reached inside my purse and made sure I had everything I needed. My gun was safely tucked away, along with my phone and the serum. I was ready to go. Mark stood by his black SUV, leaning against it with his arms crossed at the chest, with the passenger door wide open. Clutching my purse, I smiled and descended the stone stairs, my heart pounding out of control. I had no clue where he was going to take me, but I had to believe Jason would be right behind.
“Thank you,” I murmured, getting into the car. Mark slammed the door and then walked around the front, looking awfully uncomfortable. When he got in, I turned toward him. “Are you okay?”
He huffed. “I sure as hell hope so.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
I scoffed. “You’d be surprised, Mr. Chamberlain. Where exactly are you taking me?” We were headed back toward downtown.
“We’re going to my condo. I live a few blocks away from the strip.”
“I figured you’d live in a hoity-toity mansion like your friends.”
He chuckled. “I used to, but since I’m by myself I didn’t see the need anymore. I moved out to the strip about a year and a half ago.” We pulled into a parking deck attached to another building that was a smaller high rise compared to the other ones around. He pulled out a key card and pushed it inside the slot for the elevator door to open. “This will take us right up to my floor.”
“Nice.” I walked inside and he pressed the button for the fifth floor, his uneasiness making me nervous. When the elevator opened, he didn’t touch me as we made our way down the hall. Once inside, it reminded me of any normal bachelor pad. The furniture was black leather and everything was crisp, masculine. It wasn’t like the flowers you’d see all over the living room my uncle had back home at the B&B.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked, throwing his coat across one of the kitchen chairs. I followed him into the kitchen where he pulled out a couple of beers. “I don’t have any of the fancy shit like Blackwell.”
I held out my hand for the beer. “Don’t get me wrong, I love a good wine, but I’ve been opening myself up to trying more beers. My favorite is called Baby Maker. It’s so good.”
His lips drew back in a smile. “Baby Maker? I’ll have to try that one.”
“You’ll love it, trust me,” I said, taking a sip of beer.
He nodded toward the couch. “Do you want to have a seat?”
“Sure.” I walked around him and did a quick glance around his condo. It looked like there was only one bedroom and a bathroom. Not exactly the place you’d murder and hack someone up. If he was the killer, he hadn’t done any of it there. Sitting down, I plastered on a smile and patted the seat beside me. He sat down and tilted his beer back. “I don’t think you’ve spoken more than ten words to me since I met you. Why is that?”
He cleared his throat, avoiding my gaze. “Caught that, huh?”
I nodded and he finally peered over at me, his dark eyes curious. “I just know your job would require you to have more social skills. Not to mention, I can feel how uncomfortable you are.”
“You’re good, Ms. McFadden. If you want honesty, I chose not to talk to you in hopes of avoiding this exact situation.”
“Why?”
“Because I have no desire to fuck you or anyone else for that matter. The guys have been throwing women in my lap for a year. I’m just not interested.”