Page 97 of Center of Gravity

“Oh hey, thatwasthe password.” He chuckled, then his laughter trailed off as I assumed he checked his messages and read what I’d sent him. I heard him draw in a low breath. “Jesus Christ, Alex. You’re going to get us arrested.”

“Nah. If I tell you the risk/reward ratio is very much in your favor, does that help?”

“Maybe.”

“Then I’ll see you at Liberation at eight. Keep the suit on.”

“You better be serious about those leather pants if I’m keeping the suit. Eight. I’ll be there. And hey, I love you.”

“God you’re such a sap.”

“It’s just going to keep getting worse with age, I suspect.”

“Good. Wouldn’t have it any other way. Love you, old man.” I grinned as I ended the call.

I tugged lightly on Winslow’s leash when he finished marking a stop sign. “Come on buddy, we’re burning daylight.”

If I left now, I’d have just enough time to drive over to Nook Island, tell my mom and Lainey the news about my new job as an assistant at one of the hottest galleries in Savannah, grab those stupid leather pants, and be back in time to meet Rob and blow his mind at the club. Again.

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