I somehow wasn’t surprised to see the upscale address that Lucas texted, and it was easy enough to navigate downtown and get to Olive Way. The building itself was stunning, all curved lines and glass. I parked in the guest lot and headed for the front door. Because I had done as Lucas asked and sent him a text when I left my place, he was waiting for me in the lobby. His smile was broad but a little guarded as he let me in the front door.
“Hi,” he said, his voice soft. I didn’t miss the way his gaze traveled all over my face.
I smiled back. “Hi.”
We stood there for an awkward moment. Neither one of us knew exactly what to do. But then Lucas shook his head, his smile turning rueful, as he placed a hand on my back and led me through the lobby and to the elevators. The ride up was silent a
