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Justin waited until she drained her coffee cup and took it and his to the wastebasket. He flashed her a smile and headed back to the desk that sat about six feet from hers. “You’ll never know how that coffee and scone hit the spot. Let me get started on this search.” He reached for the yellow pages of the telephone book. “If you’re planning to get more computers, it may be a good idea to have an expert hook up a computer network that includes your computers, your faxes, scanners, printers and copiers.”

She looked up from her list of possible contributors to the foundation. Unlike Miles, Justin tried to help her without being condescending. His past employment must have exposed him to numerous learning situations. She wished she could ask him about his other jobs. She wanted to know everything about him. Everything.

Just then, Justin looked up and caught her ogling him. She quickly lowered her gaze. She hoped her face didn’t mirror what she’d been thinking.

She could feel the heat of his gaze and, as hard as she tried not to squirm, her body twisted in the chair. She couldn’t get up and walk out now, because that would be downright humiliating. Gina swallowed hard and resisted the temptation to cover her taut nipples. What was wrong with her, and why didn’t he stop looking at her? With as much defiance as she could muster, she looked straight at him. The man grinned, and she restrained an impulse to scream in frustration.

“You’ll be delighted at what I found,” he said, easing the tension. “There are two great stores within three blocks of each other. If we hail a taxi, we can check them out at lunch time. It shouldn’t take long.”

“I was just thinking of reorganizing this space. I need three offices, and I don’t need that conference room back there. I need a front office for an office assistant, and an office for you and one for me. I don’t expect you to sit in that car when you’re not driving. I want each office equipped with appropriate office machines, and that reception area out there should have comfortable seating, attractive lighting and a television. I think I should make the changes before we get the furniture.”

“Want me to check out a contractor to do the work? I think you’ll probably have to get a permit. I know a guy who can get you a permit today if you want it.” When she appeared skeptical, he said, “Don’t worry, ma’am. It will be perfectly legal. I wouldn’t mislead you.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, Justin. Didn’t I tell you I’m a good judge of character? Please call your friend. I want to get this operation underway as soon as possible.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll get on that right now.”

Justin walked over to Park Avenue, flagged a taxi and settled back to contemplate all that had transpired that morning. He was rapidly concluding that Gina Harkness did not regard herself as a rich woman or, if she did, she didn’t plan to change her outlook on life. She went out in the street and bought coffee when she should have asked him to do it. She offered a man she’d seen twice a credit card. She was damned lucky to have hired him and not a swindler. The woman was way too trusting.

When he caught her ogling him, she’d almost lost her composure, but he had to hand it to her, the sistah could give lessons in cool behavior. She planned to give him an office, and he appreciated that. In fact, he needed it. But whoever heard of a personal chauffeur with a private office?

The taxi stopped at the address he’d given the driver. He paid, got a receipt and asked the man to wait for ten minutes, and in less time, he was back in the cab with an official permit enabling Gina to renovate her office space.

“You’re wonderful,” she said with a smile when he handed her the permit. “I don’t know how I’d get along without you. The manager of this building suggested a company for the renovations, and he’ll be here day after tomorrow. Gosh. I could never have gotten this far by myself.”

She talked on, but he was still at the point where she said she didn’t know what she’d do without him. “I’m flattered, ma’am. Thank you.”

When she narrowed her eyes, he suspected that she’d get down on him again about calling her ma’am, but whatever she intended went unsaid. The door opened and, without having knocked or rung the bell, a man who wore his tie too tightly knotted walked in.

“Who was the man who answered the phone while you were out? I can’t believe you went off and left your foundation to a stranger. You’re supposed to be—”

Justin looked at Gina. From her demeanor, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see smoke coming out of her ears. “Miles, what in hell do you mean by strolling in here and throwing your weight around. You have absolutely no authority to take me to task about anything. Who answers my phone is my business, and I want you to leave this minute.”

“You…you can’t speak to me that way.”

“Why can’t she?” Justin asked him.

Seeming to swell by the minute, Miles looked at Gina. “Who is this man? Is he the one who answered your phone?”

“This man is my chauffeur and my office assistant, not that it’s any of your business. Now, if you don’t mind, I have work to do,” Gina said as she saw Miles out.

“So he’s the executor of your friend’s estate. Something tells me he oversteps his authority,” Justin said.

“He tries to intimidate me, but that is not easily done. I suspect he thinks that Heddy should have left her estate to him, or at least to someone who’s white.”

“You may have a point,” Justin said. “But as far as the renovations go, remember that we pick up the car Wednesday, and that’s the day the builder comes. Did he say what time?”

“Ten o’clock. So we can pick up the car around two in the afternoon. This is perfect. I’m moving tomorrow, so we’ll be able to park in my building’s garage.”

She still hadn’t given him the building’s address, but he’d seen the address in the will. Of the chauffeurs working for residents in that building, he’d be the only one who didn’t wear a uniform. He’d bet anything on that. It occurred to him that he’d better buy a pair of glasses. In that building, he might be recognized.

He looked at his watch, saw that it was twelve-thirty and asked her, “What’s your policy about lunch? I’d like to find something to eat.”

When she didn’t answer, he saw that she was still angry and trying to control it. “Don’t let it get to you,” he said, and the minute he opened his mouth, her lips trembled as she fought back tears. “Please. He’s not worth getting upset about.” She turned her back to him and, man that he was, he rushed to her and drew her into his arms. He couldn’t help himself.

“It will be all right. We’ll find a way to stop him. Please, Gina, we’re in this together, and I won’t let him hurt you.” Soft and yielding, she snuggled to him as a lover would, and he wanted to squeeze her to him, to protect her and love her, but he didn’t dare.

“I…I’m sorry,” she murmured, but didn’t move out of his arms.

“I know. He was pretty rough, but you handled it well. Stay here. I’ll get you some water.” He stroked her shoulder, taking what he could get, before easing her away from him. When he returned from the water cooler, she was sitting at her desk with her head resting on her arms. He leaned over her and rested an arm across her shoulder.

“Do you feel like drinking this?”

Gina took the cup of water, drank it and put the empty cup in the wastebasket beside her desk. She didn’t look him in the eye, but found a spot past his shoulder and fastened her gaze on that. “He’s been harassing me ever since he read that will to me, and he’s becoming increasingly bold. Thanks for being so understanding.”

“Don’t mention it. If you’re all right, I’ll be back in an hour.”

He needed to get away from there. She’d nestled against him like a chick under its mother’s wing, or like a woman enjoying the protectiveness of her man. She felt as comfortable as if she’d been born in his arms. Soft. She was so soft and so feminine. True, she had a temper, but he didn’t mind that. He liked a woman with fire. If only he could keep his hands off her.

For nearly half an hour, Gina sat where Justin had left her. Her anger had subsided, but her fear that she might fall for her chauffeur had reached alarming proportions. Nobody had to tell her that he could be down on his luck, but if he wasn’t, he undersold himself and forfeited his potential. Some people only took what they needed from life and left the rest to the overachievers. He could be one of those. She shook her head. Maybe she would never understand him, and perhaps she shouldn’t try. But she had needed his gentleness and tenderness and hadn’t wanted to move out of his strong arms.

“I could love this man,” she said to herself. She remembered one of her auntie’s prayers: Lord, please don’t let me look at him with scales over my eyes. She heard the door open and busied herself with the papers on her desk.

He walked over to her desk. “What do you want to eat? I’ll be glad to get it for you.” And he meant it. In his present mood, he’d do anything for her so long as it was legal.

“You’re asking me to take advantage of you, Justin. You’re not a messenger or a gofer.”

“Forget about what I am. What do you want to eat? I can bring you a sandwich, a salad or a full-course meal.”

“All right. Surprise me.”

That sounded a little coquettish to him. “Other than coffee and scones, I don’t know what you like. Okay. What if I bring lasagna and a salad? What would you like to drink? Coffee?” She nodded, and he whirled around. “Be right back.”

Justin met Miles Strags just before he reached the elevator. Certain that the man had returned to harass Gina, he followed him back to Gina’s office.

“I think we’ve met before,” Miles said, with curled lips and a frown on his face.

“I’d remember if we had,” Justin said.

“I thought you were her chauffeur, not her bodyguard.”

Justin glared down at the man. “I’m both, so don’t bother trying to intimidate her unless you want to go out head first.” He opened the door. “After you, Mr. Strags.” He followed the man inside. “Mr. Strags forgot something, ma’am. He’ll tell you what it was.”

She sat up straight and laid back her shoulders. “What did you forget, Miles?”

Miles forced a smile. “I didn’t want any unpleasantness between us, so I came back to straighten things out. You know how fond I was of Heddy—” he cleared his throat “—and you, too, of course—and I don’t believe in letting misunderstandings simmer.”

Justin nearly laughed when she leaned back in her chair, made a pyramid of her fingers and narrowed her eyes. “What did I misunderstand?”

“I have your interest at heart, and I don’t think you realize that.”

“I know very well where your interests lie, Miles. Please excuse me, I have a lot of things to get through today.” She looked at Justin. “Would you please see him to the elevator?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Justin left the building with Miles Strags and walked as far as the corner with the man before Miles spoke. “If you’re after her money, forget it. It will never happen.” With those words, Miles strutted across the street barely missing being struck by a taxi.

Now we know where we stand. Miles Strags is after Gina and the Lloyd estate. Hmm. Knowledge is power, and I intend to learn everything possible about that obsequious bastard, including his rights as estate executor.

Justin strode down Madison Avenue until he reached an Italian restaurant operated by a man with whom he occasionally enjoyed a fencing match. The quaint restaurant reeked with the smell of seafood, garlic and tomato sauce. He’d always liked the simplicity of the red-and-white and green-and-white checkered tablecloths on tables that were hosts to Chianti bottles holding lighted candles.

“Where’s Tony?” he asked the waiter. “Tell him J.L. is here.”

Smiling broadly, the handsome restaurant owner approached Justin with open arms. “Hey, man. You’ve been scarce. What’s up?”

“I need a carry out. Lasagna, a nice mesclun salad and a small bottle of red wine.”

“You taking this to a woman, I gather.” Justin nodded. “Trust me, friend, I’ll make it nice for you.”

Meal in hand, Justin hurried back two blocks to Gina’s office. “Let’s see what we have here,” he said, eager to see delight in her eyes. He opened the package and found a large white napkin, a heavy, white, plastic plate and transparent plastic dinnerware. So far, so good. He opened the wine, poured a glass for her, said, “bon appetit” and went back to his desk.

He looked up to see her rim her lips with the tip of her tongue and inhale deeply. “Justin, if it wouldn’t be in poor taste, I’d walk over there and hug you,” she said, and savored the first bite of what he knew was the best lasagna in town.

“You may think it would be in bad taste,” he said under his breath. Aloud he said, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. What time are the movers going to your place tomorrow?”

“Nine o’clock. You can have the day off.”

“You sure?” He needed the time because he’d done nothing on his project, and he had to sort out the information he’d collected so far. Once he did that, he’d know what he needed from Gina. He had already decided not to mention her name or the Lloyd estate.

“I’d appreciate the time,” he told her. It wouldn’t hurt to be away from her for at least one day, either. In the short time he’d known her, he’d already gotten used to her, and it occurred to him that her calming presence did wonders for him. The only stress she generated had to do with his libido, and he didn’t have much hope of that getting better.

“How do you go home?” Justin asked her at five o’clock when they closed the office.

“I usually take the bus up to Forty-second Street and change to the Amsterdam Avenue bus. It takes me right to my door.” When he stared down at her with an expression of disbelief, she felt uncomfortable, almost as if Miles were censoring her. “What is it, Justin?”

His shrug didn’t fool her. “I don’t know. In this traffic, it’ll take you almost an hour to get home, and you may have to stand all the way.” He paused and looked into the distance. “Gina, you have to get used to taking a taxi when you’re by yourself. Someone could kidnap you. You can afford a twenty-five dollar cab ride.”

Without thinking, she put her hand on his arm. “I know, Justin, but it’s not easy reordering my life. I’m sophisticated in many ways, and I like to be independent, but I’m used to a simple life, and I like it. I never asked for all of this money, but I’m delighted that I can use Heddy’s money for the betterment of others. But you’re right. I should take a taxi.” A grin floated over her face. “But mainly because my shoes are too tight.”

She laughed aloud at the look of amazement on his face. “See you day after tomorrow.”

“Right,” he said, “and don’t forget we pick up the car that afternoon.”

“I’ll remember. You have a good day tomorrow.” He hailed a cruising taxi, opened the door for her, and when she got in, he closed it and walked on up the street. “This won’t do,” she said aloud.

“What’s that, ma’am?” the driver asked.

“Just thinking aloud.” She gave him the address, sat back and mused over the day. When she got home, Gina prepared to spend her last night as a middle-class woman. She wasn’t going to stress about her new neighbors or wonder about Heddy’s reason for insisting that she live in the building for at least three years. After all, Heddy hadn’t spent much time with those neighbors, at least not in the last six years of her life. She pinched her arm. Yes, she was alive and sane, and her new life was real.

At home, she phoned her aunt Elsa. “Auntie, I’m moving tomorrow, and here’s my new address and phone number. As soon as you can, come to see me, we’ll shop for some really nice fabrics.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing where you live, but I can’t get up there right away. I have a backlog of orders, and you know I don’t turn my work in late. How you making out?” She told her aunt what she had accomplished so far.

“Looks to me as if you either got a prize in that chauffeur or you made the mistake of a lifetime.”

Chills coursed through her veins. “What do you mean by that, Auntie?”

“So far, he’s a blessing, and it looks as if he’s a good man, though looks can be deceiving. He may be the kinda man you fall for, and if you do, you’ll rue the day. Never go for a man who works under or over you, and for goodness’ sake, don’t go to bed with him. If you do, you gotta swing to their rhythm and play the hand that they deal.”

“But, Auntie, I have this strange feeling that his role in my life was preordained. If you were around us, you’d probably think the same. We don’t seem to be controlling this.”

“No? Well, child, you’d better control it. Human beings are not saints, so no matter how good he is or what you think of him, remember that every cowboy wears spurs on his boots, and only one perfect man ever walked this earth. You get my meaning?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be careful,” she said, but if she didn’t stop fantasizing about the man, she wouldn’t want to be careful. She still felt his arms around her and the gentle caress of his fingers when they stroked her shoulder.

She kicked the carpet until her toe ached. If he only knew how badly I need him, she thought. He’s the most decent man I’ve ever known. It would be easier if he didn’t want me. But he does.

Chapter 3

The following morning, Gina walked out of her upper Broadway apartment for the last time, took a taxi to a building on Park Avenue three blocks from the famed Guggenheim Museum, smiled at the doorman and introduced herself.

“I’m Ms. Harkness and, as you know, I’m moving into 17-G this morning. My mover should be here any minute.” Gina looked him in the eye as she spoke to him. “I assume the management has informed you.”

She couldn’t figure out whether he was looking at a tenant or a woman he liked, so she stared at him until he said, “Yes, ma’am. I’ve been informed that you were moving in today, and I must say it’s good to have the owner living here. In the past that has meant we workers get a fair shake, and the building is well managed.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I assure you that there’ll be no change in those respects. Your name is?”

“Carver, Ma’am.”

“How many vacant apartments do we have, Carver?” She wanted to know whether he connected her with Heddy Lloyd.

“Just one, but I’m told there’re five applicants. We rarely get a vacancy, and an apartment doesn’t remain empty any longer than an ad is posted.”

“Thank you, Carver.”

“You’re welcome, ma’am. I hope you’ll be happy here.”

She introduced herself to the concierge and went to her apartment. Some thoughtful person had placed a chair near the door, and she put her pocketbook and briefcase on the chair and decided to check on the work she ordered. To her delight, the walls and floors in all the rooms and the kitchen were as she requested. She looked out of the living-room window across the avenue and could hardly believe the beauty that her eyes beheld.

Green trees and the plethora of daffodils, tulips and primroses in a myriad of colors and in well-tended patches brought a gasp from her. The avenue’s parklike center sparkled in its beauty. This was a New York she’d never known. She took a deep breath and went to get her cell phone, hoping that she could capture what she saw in a photograph. She stopped. She hadn’t seen the tiniest shred of paper since she left 125th Street. Her door buzzer rang, and she found it quickly and answered.

“Your movers have arrived. May I send them up?”

“Yes. Of course. Thank you.”

“We have your floor plans, miss. So if you’ll give us some room, we’ll have everything in place shortly.”

She took the chair and her personal things into the kitchen, sat down and took out her cell phone. Her fingers itched to dial Justin’s number, and she had to work hard at restraining them. Why should she miss him so much? At the sound of her cell phone ringing, she nearly sprang from her chair.

“Hello.”

“This is Justin. How’s it going, ma’am? Do you need any help?”

“Hello, Justin. Thanks, but I don’t think so. The movers are putting things in place, and there isn’t much. The bedroom furniture will be delivered this afternoon. I haven’t bought dining-room furnishings and additional things for the living room yet. This place is so big.”

“Do you think you’ll like it?”

“Oh, yes, the avenue is beautiful, and I have a glimpse of Central Park.”

“It’s beautiful after a snowfall, too. Well, I just wanted to know how you’re getting on. I won’t keep you. See you tomorrow at the office. ’Bye.”

“’Bye, Justin, and thanks for calling.”

She hung up, pensive and wondering what her life would be like in a year. Would Justin Whitehead still be a part of her life and, if so, would he be her chauffeur or her lover? He’d called because he cared, and if he denied it, she wouldn’t believe him.

Justin hung up the phone and blew out a long breath. That wasn’t smart, he thought. He hadn’t had a reason for calling Gina, but he needed some contact with her. “I ought to get out of this right now,” he said to himself. He knew he could write that story from the interviews he’d collected. She was so different from all of the people he had interviewed so far. She represented an exception. If he didn’t include her, he knew his story would lose validity.

He got up from his desk and looked out toward the East River. New York is full of women, approachable women, available women. Why the hell do I want this one?

Unable to work, he got into his Jaguar and headed for the probate office. “I need to look at that will and any codicils to it,” he told his friend who worked there. “Can you give me at least ten minutes or can you read it and tell me precisely what Miles Strags’s responsibilities are as executor?”

“I just clarified it for him yesterday. The answer is none. His duties were over when he handed her the will and transferred all the property to her, including keys, stock certificates, deeds and so forth.”

“What about the stipulation that she do certain things for the first three years?”

“If she doesn’t, he can’t force her to, because the will doesn’t say what action he’s to take if she ignores the terms. If he claims any rights or responsibilities, she can sue him for harassment. I can give you ten minutes.”

Justin read as quickly as he could. Satisfied that Miles had no rights where Gina was concerned. Relief spread through him. He wouldn’t tell Gina what he learned, unless it became necessary, for he didn’t want to arouse her suspicion of him. Gina had already observed that Justin didn’t seem like a chauffeur, and around her, he didn’t feel like one.

Unless you want your plans to erupt in your face, you’d better start acting like one, his inner voice said.

Gina sat in her office with the builder, discussing the renovations. “We can do the job over the weekend,” he said, “and you won’t lose two full days from work.” He agreed to put a sink in the pantry area, and to replace the conference room with two offices, one of which would be hers. “We’ll build you a very attractive place here. That reception room could use some paint.”

“All right,” she said. “Make it a dusty-rose, not pink. I don’t like pink walls. The building superintendent will let you in Saturday and Sunday mornings,” she said. “Be sure and bring some ID.”

The man left, and she rushed to the rest room, refreshed her makeup and combed her hair. “I’m going bonkers,” she said to herself. “The man is my chauffeur, for goodness’ sake.”

She made appointments with three prospective donors to the foundation and was about to go out for a cup of coffee, when Justin burst into the office carrying a bag that she knew contained two cups of coffee, if nothing else.

“Good morning, ma’am. How’d it go? I brought you some coffee.” He opened the bag, unfolded a napkin and put a paper cup of coffee and a cranberry scone on it. “Sorry, it couldn’t be fancier.”

If life were normal, she’d hug him, but it wasn’t and she had to content herself with a smile that came from her heart. “This is as fancy as I need. It’s priceless. Thanks. As soon as I swallow some of this coffee, I’ll tell you all about it.”

“Take your time.” He sat down to drink his coffee, and she noticed that he didn’t have a scone. She broke off a piece of hers, put it on a napkin and gave it to him. “Well, it went like this. He’ll do the work according to the plan I showed you, and when we come here Monday morning, it will be ready. I hope you can tolerate dusty-rose in the reception area. I love that color.”

He seemed unusually subdued, but she decided not to dwell on it. “I didn’t want you to share your scone,” he said, “but I’m enjoying it. Thanks. Would you prefer a taxi or a one-way limousine service when we go for the car? We’re picking it up in Queens.”

“If you ask a New York City taxi driver to go farther than a mile, he gets his back up. Let’s take the limousine.” He lifted the receiver, dialed a car service and made a one-o’clock appointment. “Please be on time,” he said.

“Oh dear,” she said. “We should have gone for the Town Car after we shopped for the office furniture. As it is, you won’t be able to park, and you can’t help me choose the furniture.”

As he spoke, what remained of the scone seemed to have his undivided attention. “I’m sure you can do it without me, but if you want me to help, I’ll park in a garage or somewhere. Not to worry.”

She didn’t think his diffidence could be ascribed to modesty, and certainly not to a desire to ingratiate himself with her. He glanced up then and locked his gaze on her for a fleeting second, and she sucked in her breath. She didn’t want to believe what her eyes told her, for in the speed of the moment, she wasn’t sure that it happened at all.

“Will you be able to give me a weekly schedule?” he asked her, though she knew that the question’s purpose was to cover the awkwardness of the silence.

“Of the major things, such as out of town trips, yes, I hope so.”

He looked at his watch. “The guy will be here any second.”

And then, our relationship will change for sure with you behind the wheel and me in the back.

“Will it upset you if I sit in the front seat?” she blurted out.

A frown furrowed his brow, and his skin lost its rich, brilliant hue. “I…uh…Whatever you’re comfortable with, but that’s kind of irregular, isn’t it?”

“Justin, in time, you will learn that the only chauffeurs I’m used to are taxi drivers. If we’re going to be working together all the time, it seems silly for us to follow this ridiculous protocol.”

“It’s not silly, ma’am. It keeps everything between the lines.”

She thought about that for a moment, and it occurred to her that if she sat in the front seat, he might be uncomfortable, so she said, “All right. Forget it.” In her job at Hilliard and Noyes, she supervised half a dozen clerks of which two were men old enough to be her father, so why did she have this foolish reservation about giving Justin Whitehead orders?

“We’d better go. The car’s probably waiting downstairs,” she said.

In the car, Justin sat with the driver, and she wished she could have found a way to avoid having a chauffeur. As they took the exit from the Queensboro Bridge, she made mental comparisons between the poverty and ugliness surrounding her and the beauty and elegance observable from the window of her new Park Avenue apartment. Paper, glass, cans and debris littered the streets, and every building appeared to need attention if not repair. Living quarters shared premises with grocery stores, convenience stores and fish markets. Cars and buses wrestled for right of way and overhead trains rambled along polluting the area with their noise.

New Yorkers lived in separate worlds, and she’d wager that most of the people milling around on Queens Plaza had never set foot on Park Avenue between Forty-third and Ninety-second Streets, the province of the rich. Nor, she suspected, had her new neighbors ever walked on the pavements of Queens Plaza. Did Justin live in such a neighborhood? She didn’t think so. He looked and carried himself as if he knew nothing of poverty. But it was almost second nature to her, for she had lived next door to it most of her life, and before her mother’s death, she’d lived in the midst of it.

The car stopped, and she got out before Justin could open the door for her. He stared down at her. “Are you trying to do my job?”

“Am I…what? Of course not, but I can take just so much of this.” She smiled to take the bite out of her words. “Look.” She pointed to the silver-gray Town Car at the front of the lot. “I wonder if that’s ours.” Why did he stare at her like that?

His expression softened when he grinned. “It’s a beauty, isn’t it?” His fingers clasped her arm. “Let’s go inside.”

Fifteen minutes later, she sat in the back seat of her new luxury limousine. “Is there any place along here that we can eat? Getting lunch in Manhattan is always such a big deal.”

“There are some great Chinese and Italian restaurants a few blocks from here. Which would you prefer?”

“How about something Italian? One of these days, I’m going to Florence, Italy. I just love Italian food.”

“That makes two of us.”

Justin brought the car to a halt in front of an Italian restaurant favored by the locals and looked at Gina. “That’s the restaurant, but there’s no parking space. Perhaps you’d like to get out here. I’ll find a place to park and be back in a few minutes.”

“A couple of days ago when I was about to get a taxi home, you suggested that I should be more careful, that I could be kidnapped. Seems to me that’s more likely here than on Madison Avenue. There must be a parking place somewhere around here, Justin. I don’t know this neighborhood, so I’d prefer to go with you. We’ll walk back together,” she said.