"I'll do it!"
Derek Vane hauled Julian Cross onto his back.
Julian didn't refuse.
Julian was tall, so it was far easier for Derek to carry him than for Eleanor Hale.
Eleanor followed quietly beside Derek toward the black Maybach parked at the curb.
"I never thought you'd be such a nice guy!"
Eleanor meant the compliment sincerely. Derek didn't appreciate it.
"I do the heavy lifting, and you won't even give me a proper thank-you."
Eleanor was torn between amusement and exasperation.
Derek shoved Julian into the back seat.
"You should be grateful I drove a different car tonight."
They were here to talk business, and a white Lamborghini was clearly less suitable than a black Maybach.
Derek had seen at a glance that Julian had been drugged.
Yet the man had still managed to drive a
