Chapter 3

“Of course.” Tristan stepped back, aware that he’d probably said too much or the wrong thing. “Good night, Rain.”

Rain glanced his way again and his stare was bright with mischievousness. “It was really nice to meet you, Trevor,” he teased, before shutting his door.

For a moment, Tristan only stared at the door. Then he shook his head, the image of Rain’s little smirk drawing a smile out of him.

There was no wayhe’d be able to sleep now.

* * * *

The next morning, with his phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, Tristan shut the car door, stuck the bulging briefcase full of dummy cellphones under his arm, and then threw his jacket over his shoulder, trying not to drop anything.

What a morning he was having, but at least he wasn’t hungover.

“I’m downstairs, in the parking lot,” he said to Clive, on the phone. In long strides, he headed for the elevators. “Tell Jeff I’ll be up in a few minutes.”