“Do you mind if we visit my house first? We’ll need to shower off your boss’s blood, and my bathroom’s bigger than yours.”She gave him a weak smile. “I take that to mean we’re showering together?”“It’s more economical,” he said, totally straight-faced.“You know, Ryan Stone, I think you do have a sense of humor.”The corner of his mouth only twitched.They turned into a neighborhood higher on the hill than Oscar’s. The mansions made his house look pathetic in comparison. There were statues, manicured topiaries, and more marble than Jenn thought could be quarried in a single country.Ryan pulled up to the biggest one in the neighborhood.She gasped. “Where are we?”“This is my house.”“You afford this on an engineer’s salary?”The corners of his mouth drew into a frown. “Not exactly.”A butler greeted them and took the truck. An actual, for reals, pencil-mustache-and-white-gloves butler. Jenn stood in the middle of his circular driveway, feeling numb.“I don’t understand,”
