“You drank champagne, and Connor will follow you outside the second he recovers enough pride to demand an explanation.” As if summoned by the sentence, the hotel doors opened behind them, and Connor appeared in the lobby.

Harper slid into the car. Roman entered from the other side. The vehicle pulled away before Connor reached the curb.

Chapter 3 — The Model

For several blocks, Harper said nothing. Chicago’s lights moved across the tinted windows in flashes of gold and white. Then her training took over.

“I bill nine hundred dollars an hour,” she said. “So explain what that performance just cost me.”

Roman’s mouth curved slightly. “You assume I want legal advice.”

“Men like you never do anything without wanting something.”