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“Danny, we need to leave it.”
“And what about what you want to do?”
I shrug. “It’s not like there are people knocking on my door. And—”
“Scarlett.” Danny grabs my arm, his expression intense. “I know you’re up to something. You don’t belong in his world. Not in a corporate setting. You’ve always said so.”
“Things change—”
“Not that much,” he says. “I’m not an idiot. He’s real estate. Oh, Christ, this isn’t about me, is it?”
“No!” I’m crossing my fingers hard.
“I’m saying it again. I know you’re up to something. If you’re trying to trick or manipulate a Sinclair into whatever the hell is going on in your brain, stop. They are ruthless. Hudson Sinclair comes across as a nice guy, but he’s ruthless, too, when he wants to be. He turned us down once when we went to him to try and get in under the Sinclair name, did you know that?”
“Look, Danny, I’m not…I’m not trying to trick him.” This is true. I’m not. It just sort of happened. I down my drink, almost choking on the wine as I lay some money down on the table, pulling it from my bag I flung on the table. “I have to go. I’m okay—”
“Wait.” He’s still holding my arm. “There’s something you don’t know. When…when Adam did all that shit to those people, and we got turned down, he tried to steal business from Hudson Sinclair.”
I hiss out a breath. My stomach turns sour. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I don’t know. I was ashamed?”
“I don’t think he knows who you are.”
But Danny’s mouth thinned. “These Sinclair brothers have a way of getting back at people and maybe he found out. Or maybe he thinks it’s still Adam, but you know who’s behind turfing people out of the building?”
He doesn’t need to say it. He doesn’t.
But he does.
“Hudson Sinclair.”
I’m in a state when I leave the bar.
Hudson buys and sells and owns so many places that the little downtown building where Danny rents from would be so low on his list of things that it’s probably just something he’s moving about. Property-wise.
Still…
I might be able to do something, I just don’t know what yet.
And to make matters worse, as I leave, there’s a text from the man himself.
I’ll meet you at your place in two hours.
This isn’t anything other than an order. And I rush home to change and rush out again, barely saying hi to Amber as I fly in and out.
The panic is huge now. Overwhelming.
If this was someone else, the late hour would send thrills through me. This is Hudson. He’s getting out of a business dinner.
And there’s one thing to talk about: what his brother told us.
Okay, I need to tackle one issue at a time. That’s all.
And the first one is getting to Sarah’s before him.
For once, all the subway gods are smiling on me and I get there with half an hour to spare.
