16. I'd rather go blind

"Are you here on business?" I asked Josh once we were on the move again.

I powered back the car seat and relaxed, gazing longingly at the gorgeous hunk of man who handled the steering wheel with easy grace. Replete, content, and fortified with wine, I was once again enjoying my man in black.

"Yes and no."

"Where do you stay when you're here?" I queried, knowing exactly where I wanted this conversation to take me.

His cell phone chimed and he snatched it from its holder and attended to his received email or whatever it was, while maneuvering the vehicle single-handedly and answering my question. "Depends. I have a loft here on the west side. My brother, Mark, owns a hotel on the south side where I have a penthouse suite reserved. And I like Roosevelt."

"Your brother owns a hotel?" Of course he does.

"Yes."

"Which hotel?"

A tic jumped in his jaw as he read his phone screen, intermittently glancing up at the road. Like granite, his face instantly hardened and he threw the phone down in t