“Come on.” He takes my hand as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, his large, calloused fingers curling around mine.
We go outside and the biting cold January air pierces right through my thin shirt. He’s right, it’s much, much colder without my jacket or the benefit of being heated up from my daily run. I have to fight the urge to curl up against his large, warm body.
Drew opens the back door of the same black sedan that Bruce stepped out of when I fell. “Get in.”
I stare at him suspiciously. I can’t get into a strange car.
Drew gives me an exasperated look. “Sydney, I’m going to have Bruce bring you home. It’s too cold for you to walk like that.” He sticks his head in the open door. “Bruce, take her home and then come back here. I’ll be ready to go when you return.”
Hesitant, I fidget on the sidewalk. I don’t know if I should accept the ride. Drew seems like a genuine guy, but this is New York and people here rarely do things simply out of kindness.
“Please.” Drew puts his hands on my shoulders, the contact warming me up a few degrees. “I couldn’t sleep knowing I sent you out on the street to freeze.”
Intrigued to see who would care about a total stranger, I study his face. There’s something about his eyes, an honesty I see that makes me give in. That, and the fact that I’m already shivering violently and I’m still pretty far from home.
“Okay.” With a small smile, I climb into the backseat of the car. “Thank you, for everything.”
Drew leans down toward me, his purely masculine scent overpowering my senses. God, he smells good. “Take care, Sydney.” That honeyed voice sends my hormones into overdrive.
He shuts the door and as I give Bruce my address, I catch a glimpse of Drew. He’s deep in thought, rubbing a finger over his lips as he stands alone on the empty sidewalk. Knowing he can’t see me through the blacked-out windows, I watch as we drive away until he’s out of sight.