Chapter 9

“Yeah, I guess that works. There’s a coffee shop in my building on the ground floor. We can meet there, if you want.”

“I’d love to. What’s the crossroads?”

“I’m in the 461 Fifth Avenue building. It’s at—”

“That’s right where I fell!”

“Yeah, I just got off work. You’re lucky the elevator was full and I had to wait for the second one.”

“Wow, talk about fate.”

Emerson almost snorted again. He wasn’t one who believed in grandiose ideas like that. Work hard and life was rewarding. Fate didn’t play into it.

“What were you even doing out in that outfit? You looked dressed for a runway.”

“I actually was ditching a photoshoot. Some stagehand was being a fucking idiot and talking about my ex-boyfriend.”

“Oh, Carl Flores.”

Sean made a soft gasp. “So you do know who I am?”

Heat touched Emerson’s cheeks and he was glad Sean couldn’t see him. “Actually, I googled you.”

“Just don’t believe everything you read.”