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He hadn’t seen him since that evening when Eve had stumbled toward him in that darkened hallway, falling into his arms and into his life.
She’d been with Devon, having dinner, and Adam knew damned well what that meant. He also knew that Devon’s tastes ran on the wild side. The man had developed a penchant for banging in odd places. Adam knew of rooftop parking lots and elevators, to name two.
He didn’t even want to know where else.
What had Devon done with Eve? The mere thought of him touching her made him see red. The idea of him making her do degrading things made him want to punch Devon in the throat.
There were two problems with that. One, Eve had been hired and had agreed to do…whatever.
And two, Devon was co-owner of LarsAir, his chief pilot, and one of his oldest friends.
They’d been roommates in college and worked on an aviation app they’d sold, making them hundreds of millions. With that, plus optimism, two used planes and Tim, they’d opened LarsAir. Devon had enough old money from his trust fund to buy a country and do nothing, yet he chose to work because he loved to fly and was a damn good pilot.
“Hey, man.”
Speaking of the devil.“Devon.”
Devon seated himself in the second-in-command chair. Adam briefed him on the flight up to that point.“Any questions?”
“Nope.” Devon reached into his pocket and withdrew two Kind bars. He kept one and held out the other.
Adam took it.“Thanks.”
“They should be bringing us lunch soon, but I’m hungry now. Figured you must be too.”
Adam nodded, unwrapped the bar, and took a bite, saying nothing.
An awkward silence ensued, broken only by crunching and the crinkle of cellophane.
Devon cleared his throat.“Haven’t seen you in a while. Where’ve you been?”
“Picking up Sims’s slack.” He took another bite.
“Yeah, you’ve been busy. Tough break last week. And now, thisone. What’s his deal?”
“Hell if I know. Been trying to find out. He tell you anything?”
“Negative. He and I don’t talk much, though.”
Another long silence, where the only sound was that of the turbines and munching.
When Devon spoke, it was carefully toneless.“I tried to book Eve last week.”
Yeah, well, good luck with that.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. They told me she would be unavailable for three whole months. At first, they refused to give me any more info, but I kept bugging them. They finally told me one guy bought the whole block of time.” He turned to look at Adam.“Was it you?”
Had it been anyone other than Devon, Adam would have told him it wasn’t his business and to go screw himself. As things were, he folded the empty wrapper and put it in his pocket, then turned to meet Devon’s stare head-on.“It was.”
Devon’s green eyes showed no surprise.“You serious about her?”
Was he?
The honest answer was it was too early to tell.
“I like her.” Adam shrugged.