Sloane pressed his lips together ruefully. “I suppose that explains why no-one came kicking the door down looking for you. Except my team, of course.”
He grabbed a piece of paper from the dash and jotted down a number.
“Look, I know I don’t have any right to demand anything from you, especially not after kidnapping you, but please call me when you’ve had a chance to think.”
“I’ll call you, Sloane,” she promised him, and his shoulders sagged in relief.
“Thank you.”
Without giving herself chance to think about it, she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she pulled back, Sloane looked as shocked as hell, then his lips stretched into the goofiest grin she’d ever seen. It did something funny to her stomach. She got out of the car without another word then jogged across the street to the entrance of her building. She turned at the last moment before walking into the lobby and threw him a little wave.
He had looked so vulnerable when he’d asked her to call him. She had a lot of thinking to do, for sure, but she knew without question that she would be making that call and sooner, rather than later.
First though, she had to speak to Jack. It had only been their second date and they hadn’t made anything official yet, but he was a decent guy. A call was the very least she owed him. Just as soon as she got her phone back from the bar.
And maybe it was crazy to want to be around Sloane, and maybe a smarter woman would have called Jack and told him that she wanted to see him again, and maybe even build a life with him. But her mind was so full of Sloane, she could barely even remember what Jack looked like.
She wasn’t sure what that said about her, but she hoped it was the mating bond at work and not that she was as shallow as a lot of people believed billionaires’ kids to be.
