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“What have you got that I needed to be here?”

My heart thuds hard.

“People are heading out of town tonight and tomorrow. For an event.”

“Don’t play games. What people?”

“Collectors,” I say. “The big ones.”

I explain to him how Damon’s upgrading security.

“Okay.” He frowns. “But how does that mean something big?”

“They want their things protected. They’re being lured last minute and want to make sure no one takes advantage of them being away. Whatever it is, it’s big. It’s one of the things we’ve been waiting for. An auction. Masked. So…do you want to go to attend?”

“Try and stop me.”

I put my hand on his arm and electricity sparks up and into me from that touch. “Only thing is, it’s not in New York.”

“Where?”

“Near Wayne National Forest, Ohio. We’ll have to fly.”

And Kingston grins. “Good thing I’m a billionaire then.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Kingston

It takes me a little more time than I’d like to set things in motion with the jet. It’s not often I get nervous, but yeah, this afternoon that’s heading fast to early evening I’m just that. Getting nervy.

A sleek black car pulls up at the small airfield in Teterboro, New Jersey, home to most of the private jets. And yes, I keep mine here.

My heart starts to tattoo hard against my ribs, pushing that nervous energy up and into excitement as shapely legs appear in low-slung heels.

Sadie places her hand on the top of the door and emerges. The dying sun is setting its glow on her shining dark hair she’s got smoothed down. Another look, another Sadie. She’s a chameleon in subtle ways, and I like each woman she puts forth.

Could a man ever get bored with her?

He’d have to be dead, and even then…

She’s in red, a far cry from her usual black, and it’s a Twenties vibe she has going on.

I run my gaze over her as she strides up, the sway of her hips holding my attention a little longer than I’d like.

“Traffic.”

“Welcome,” I say, “to the joys of city living.”

“We’re in Jersey.” She frowns, and looks up at the Bombardier 7500. “Fancy.”

I gesture to the stairs. “I like quality. And this is good for long haul flights as well as short. I don’t really need a collection of these.”

“Just watches.”

“I like watches, Sadie.”

Her gaze hits my wrist. “You’re not wearing one today.”