“Something a bit less …” she grappled for the right word. “Ostentatious.”
He shrugged. “But most don’t go from zero to sixty in two-point-four seconds.”
“Wow. Does it really?”
He didn’t answer her question, merely showed her. One minute they were shifting lanes, the next she was jolted back against her seat as his foot pressed harder against the gas.
With the windows down, her hair whipped around her face, making her laugh as she shoved the strands out of her eyes, wanting to make sure she saw everything.
Like with most things, Kit seemed to handle the car like he was born to do it, expertly navigating them through traffic at a ridiculous speed.
Her heart in her throat, Luna had never felt more alive.
Though he had been able to gun it through the streets of whatever barren place they had flown into, he eventually slowed when they got to the city proper.
Luna didn’t think she had ever seen so much traffic.
She tried to contain her wonder as she looked out the passenger window as they slowly passed buildings and parks alike. The city felt narrow, like everything was on top of each other—and even with all the cars honking and edging forward, there were just as many people walking on sidewalks, hurrying to their destinations.
Some slowed, doing double-takes as they passed, others more bold, taking out their phones to snap pictures.
It really was a nice car.
Another forty-five minutes passed before Kit pulled over in front of a building made of mirrored glass and steel. He had barely put the car in park before two men came forward, one opening the door for each of them.
“Mr. Runehart,” the one with hazel eyes and a sharp smile greeted respectfully.
How often did he come here?
Kit passed him the key, coming around the front to join Luna on the sidewalk. After passing the keys to one of them with a rather telling stare, he led the way inside and through the brightly lit lobby until they were at a bank of elevators.
Twenty-seven floors later, the doors were opening once more and she had to contain the awe she felt as she took her first step into the penthouse suite. Directly ahead of her was a wall of windows, allowing an unobstructed view of the city below. She could see the tops of trees, birds flying overhead, and a bridge in the distance.
Just outside, there was a wrap-around balcony, one that housed a rather large seating area and a swimming pool that appeared to be made of glass.
Unlike Kit’s chateau, this place was far more modern, with all the luxury fixtures one might expect.
“Our room is through there,” Kit said pointing, distracted by the phone call he’d received on their way up.
Our, he said.
Why did that thrill her so much?
Unlike his room back at the chateau, this one was more neutral with shades of cream and white. There was even a balcony that overlooked the city below, the sheer expanse of it breathtaking from this far up.
She wondered if it would always be like this. The jets, mansions, and penthouses that seemed almost unreal.
She wondered if she would always have Kit.
Robert Morrison was a man that loved fast cars, quick money, and women that were willing to give him the time of day—and sometimes those that wouldn’t. For the past seven years, he worked for the Adeline Construction Company in west Philadelphia as the lead accountant.
It was a family owned business, one that had been around for more than three generations. The CEO, a man whose name Luna didn’t know—it wasn’t in the file—had only hired him after his daughter fell in love and agreed to marry him. After a slew of affairs, one with her former best friend, she had quickly regretted her choice in a husband.
“What’s the job, exactly?” Luna asked as she tugged the hem of her dress down a bit more, an action she was sure she would be doing all night—the thing refused to stay in place.
Besides several documents filled with information about the man, his business, and his finances, she hadn’t seen anything that told her what they were supposed to be doing at the casino.
“D’you want me to tell you, or would you rather I show you?” Kit asked as he kept a hand at the small of her back, leading her down into the private rooms that were off limits to everyone except those that had the password.
A part of her wanted to know now, so she could be prepared for whatever was to come. The dress she wore was entirely too tight to hide a gun, but carefully concealed in the messy bun she wore were two pins that were sharp as razors.
Security waited for them at the bottom of the staircase, a wire wound around his ear. He touched a finger to it, his eyes darting as he listened, before he allowed them by.
“You’ll do fine,” he murmured before they walked into the room.
Yeah, she hoped so.
A table was set up in the center of the room, a bar against one wall, the bartender standing behind it carefully wiping down the polished wood.