Late Night Summons

Avery

I was deep in the throes of research, surrounded by open tabs of Manhattan real estate developments, when my phone buzzed. Declan's name flashed on the screen. I hesitated for a split second before answering.

"Hello, Mr. Pierce."

"Avery." His voice was like warm honey over gravel. "What are you doing right now?"

I glanced at my laptop screen, where I'd been compiling data on projects similar