Him? Nice? Caleb Wilde, ex-spy? Caleb Wilde, corporate attorney? He’d been called smart, even brilliant. Daring. Hell, ruthless …
“Thank you,” he said, and meant it.
“You’re welcome.”
They smiled at each other. She cleared her throat.
“I don’t—I don’t like to think what would have happened if you hadn’t—”
“Then don’t,” he said quickly. “Don’t think about it, and we won’t eve
n talk about it. Deal?”
He held out his hand.
Sage looked at it. Then, slowly, she put her hand in his.
His fingers and palm swallowed hers.
No surprise, Sage thought as she got into the limo. Her rescuer was big. Not just tall but big in the way of men who were physically fit.
She was tall, too. And she was wearing spiked heels. Still, she had to tilt her head back to look at his face.
And what a face it was.
He was incredibly handsome, not in the pretty-boy way of far too many men in this city but in a way that was ruggedly masculine.
Not that any of that mattered.
Big. Brave. Fearless.
And he’d come to her rescue when nobody else had even tried. Loads of people had seen what had happened, that a man had half dragged, half carried her into that storage room.
She’d fought and kicked and pounded her fists against her attacker but the people watching had either decided it was just part of some kinky sex game or they hadn’t wanted to get involved.
Someone had even opened the door, laughed and said “Hey, sorry to intrude!”
If this stranger hadn’t come along …
“Sage?”
She blinked and looked at him.
“Your address,” he said gently.
For a heartbeat, despite all the things she’d been thinking, she hesitated.
Caleb put his hand over hers on the smooth leather seat.
“I promise,” he said. “You can trust me.”
And Sage, who had been on this earth long enough to know better, smiled tremulously at her knight in shining armor and decided that she could.
CHAPTER TWO
TRAFFIC built as they traveled through Manhattan but it thinned again once they crossed over the Brooklyn Bridge.
Now the limo moved swiftly through the dark streets.