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pull into the lane she
ran.
    Her ride was here.
    George Saxby was a couple of years older
than her. They’d been in the same class at the London School of Economics. He
was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, with intense brown eyes and a
smile that had charmed many of their fellow classmates.
    George grinned as she opened the passenger
door and slid in. “Do you like my car?”
    “Very much.” Tamsin put her seatbelt on.
“You always said you’d get a fancy sports car when you were making money.”
    “It impresses the women.” George reversed
and headed down the street.
    Tamsin rolled her eyes. “You haven’t
changed. When are you going to settle down?”
    “Never.” George shifted gears and the
vehicle lurched forward. “I enjoy a different woman every night.”
    “That’s why I never dated you.” Tamsin
leaned back into the soft-leather seat. “It would have spoiled our friendship.”
    “Is that what we were, friends?” George’s
voice was low. “I thought you couldn’t stand the sight of me.”
    Tamsin inhaled a sharp breath. “Why would
you say that? We hung out with the same group of people.”
    “You avoided me whenever possible.”
    A shiver of warning raced through her and
settled into a knot in her stomach. She’d been so happy to see a familiar face
that she’d forgotten how George’s intense stares had made her uncomfortable in
the past. There had been rumors about his rough behavior with women. No one had
come out and accused him of anything, but she’d avoided him. So many years had
passed since then. It was ridiculous to still harbor doubts about him.
    “I thought you were too busy being the big
man around campus to notice me.”
    “I noticed.” George’s voice was wry. “Are
you going to tell me what all the cloak and dagger stuff was back there?”
    “My dad is having me followed.” The tension
eased from Tamsin. “I had to get away, even if it was only for an hour.”
    “Are they likely to pursue us?”
    “They’ll try. It’ll take hours for them to
figure it out.” Tamsin glanced out the window. They were not driving in the
direction of her house. “I thought you were going to drive me home.”
    “After you have a drink at my place.”
George turned to her with a lopsided smile. “For old time’s sake.”
    Tamsin hesitated. All she wanted was to be
alone. Still, she’d dragged George into this crazy escapade so the least she
could do was have a drink.
    “You’ll take me home afterwards?”
    “I promise.” George down shifted and turned
a corner. They were in an area of Knightsbridge that she didn’t recognize. It
was an upscale neighborhood. George stopped at a converted brick warehouse and
pulled through a garage door that led to an underground parking area. There
were no other cars there.
    Tamsin frowned. “Where are your neighbors?”
    “I own the building.” George shut the car
off. “I like my privacy.”
    It was a large building and the square
footage must be massive. “Do you live in the whole place?”
    “I’m renovating.” George opened his door
and waited for Tamsin to exit the car. “When I have a flat ready, then I’ll
consider renting.”
    “You must have a fortune tied up in this
project.” Tamsin followed George to the lift. “You’ve done well for yourself.”
    “I had to.” George held the door open for
her. “I wasn’t born with money.”
    “Trust me, it can be a curse.” Tamsin
leaned against the elevator wall. “My father is always worried about what will
happen to the bank once he dies.”
    “I thought you worked at Creighton’s.”
    “Not since I called off my wedding.”
    The lift stopped and Tamsin waited for
George to exit, before she followed. They walked into a small hallway with a
door across from the elevator, which he held open for her. He switched on the
lights as they entered a large converted loft at the top of the building.
Windows spanned the height of the south-facing wall, giving a spectacular