Page 5 of His Reckoning

I glance toward the elevator behind him. “So, you’re not staying long?”

“Just changing.”

“For …”

“A meeting.”

The answer comes to smoothly.

“Meeting,” I repeat slowly.

“Yes.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Sawyer pauses halfway through rolling up his sleeves. “What exactly do you think I’m calling it?”

I shrug. “Dinner with a model.”

He actually laughs.

Not loudly. Just a short, surprised sound, like he didn’t expect that answer.

“That’s very specific.”

“Statistically likely.”

He studies me for a moment, clearly amused. “Do you always narrate strangers’ homes,” he asks, “or am I getting special treatment?”

“Only when they belong to arrogant billionaires.”

“I see.”

His gaze drifts briefly toward the kitchen. “And here I thought, the narration was complimentary.”

“It was observational.”

“Observational.”

“Yes.”

He nods thoughtfully. “Then I’m curious what your next observation will be.”

I glance around the penthouse again before looking back at him.

“Well,” I say, “the billionaire seems less intimidating than advertised.”

Sawyer tilts his head slightly. “That so?”

“Still arrogant though.”

“That’s disappointing,” he says dryly. “I was hoping for a better review.”

I gesture vaguely toward the room. “Your penthouse is impressive. I’ll give you that.”

“And the billionaire?”

I shrug. “Still undecided.”