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Sabrina sighed happily. “He does and he is.” A pause. “So, do you have a date for my wedding yet?” My bestie’s voice turned breezy and casual.
Uh-oh. I froze. All the wedding prep had sent my normally easygoing best friend a bit crazy. And I knew very well not to trust that tone.
I edged toward my office. “Not yet.”
Sabrina’s blue eyes sparked. “It’s onlyfourweeks away, Monroe. The maid of honor can’t come alone.”
“I’ll be busy helping you out—”
“Find a date, Monroe.”
“I don’t want to just pick anyone for your wedding—”
Sabrina stomped her foot. “Find someone, or I’ll find someone for you.”
I held up my hands. “Okay, okay.” I headed for my office. “I’ll—” My cell phone rang.Yes. “I’ve got a call. Got to go.” I dove through the office door.
“I won’t forget,” Sabrina yelled. “I’ll revoke your best-friend status, if I have to.”
I closed the door on my bridezilla bestie and looked at the phone.
Maguire. Finally.
I stabbed the call button. “Where have you been?”
“We have your brother,” a robotic voice said.
My blood ran cold. My chest felt like it had filled with concrete.
“If you want to keep him alive, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
* * *
Zane
God, this party was boring.
Zane Roth sipped his wine and glanced around the ballroom at the Mandarin Oriental. The party held the Who’s Who of New York society, all dressed up in their glittering best. The ceiling shimmered with a sea of crystal lights, tall flower arrangements dominated the tables, and the wall of windows had a great view of the Manhattan skyline.
Everything was picture perfect…and boring.
If it wasn’t for the charity auction, he wouldn’t be dressed in his tuxedo and dodging annoying people.
“I’m so sick of these parties,” he muttered.
A snort came from beside him.
One of his best friends, Maverick Rivera, sipped his wine. “You were voted New York’s sexiest billionaire bachelor. You should be loving this shindig.”
Mav had been one of his best friends since college. Like Zane, Maverick hadn’t come from wealth. They’d both earned it the old-fashioned way. Zane loved numbers and money, and had made Wall Street his hunting ground. Mav was a geek, despite not looking like a stereotypical one. He’d grown up in a strong, Mexican-American family, and with his brown skin, broad shoulders, and the fact that he worked out a lot, no one would pick him for a tech billionaire.
But under the big body, the man was a computer geek to the bone.
“All the society mamas are giving you lots of speculative looks.” Mav gave him a small grin.
“Shut it, Rivera.”
“They’re all dreaming of marrying their daughters off to billionaire Zane Roth, the finance King of Wall Street.”
