Strictly Professional

Avery

Outside, his Bentley waited at the curb, engine purring softly in the cool night air.

The drive to my apartment was quiet, the city lights sliding past the windows in a blur of color. I watched Declan's profile as he drove, the strong line of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows as he concentrated on the road.

"My mother has been asking about you, Mr. Pierce," I said as we neared my