We can stay at my place tonight, and I’ll drive you to work in the morning.” She knew where he lived because they’d driven by his building several times and he’d pointed it out. “The only reason I haven’t taken you there before now is because I prefer your place. Mine is just where I work.” Kate packed a bag. Ian lived across the river in a high-rise apartment downtown. When they arrived, he pushed a button on a key fob that he held up to a sensor and then pulled into a marked stall in the underground parking garage. “Where do you store the Shelby?” “At a private storage facility in Bloomington. I miss her. I might have to drop by and take her for a spin every now and then.” They rode the elevator to the twentieth floor, and she followed Ian down the hallway and into his apartment, waiting as he switched on the lights.