“The Buick is registered to Sterling Capital LLC,” he said, sliding the ignition key off the metal loop and letting the rest of my house keys fall to the floor.

“And twenty minutes ago I canceled your driver’s insurance policy on the corporate account.”

The metal keys rattled against the white marble and skidded across the slick tile until they stopped against the base of a potted palm.

“You can’t leave me stuck here with no way home in the middle of a storm, Patrick,” I said, looking him straight in the eye.

“Watch me,” Patrick said, straightening his gold cufflinks with a quick snap of his thumbs.