“Yes.”
She smiled at his vague answer. She wasn’t the only secret keeper.
“So why Cow Hollow?” Spence asked. He was still leaning against the far wall, giving her as much space as he could. Not that it mattered. He was tall, broad shouldered, and long legged. He alone nearly filled up the elevator.
“I’ve never been to San Francisco before,” she said. “And when the cabbie at the airport asked me where to, I told him to surprise me.”
This got a bark of laughter from Spence.
“True story,” she said, smiling in spite of herself because he had a nice laugh too. Contagious really, even if she could tell he didn’t do it very often. “With a name like Cow Hollow, how could I resist checking this area out? Plus he told me more about the myth of the fountain in the courtyard, that if you wish for true love with a true heart, you’ll find it.”
“Is that what you were wishing for when Daisy Duke knocked you into the water?” he asked. “True love?”
Actually, the opposite. She wanted to never be hurt by love again, but that was way too personal to admit. “I was wishing for peace and quiet for as many days as I could get. I figured any fountain with such a good reputation wouldn’t mind granting such an innocuous wish, right?”
He smiled, and like the other times, something fluttered deep in her belly. Something most definitely not peaceful or quiet. She might be cold and drenched and completely exhausted, but she wasn’t sorry. About any of it. The truth was, something about this building energized her, gave her a sense of an adventure that had been missing from her life. And that gave her a piece of what she just realized she’d been missing—hope.
Chapter 3
#Motherforker
The elevator doors opened onto the fifth floor, Spence’s private floor. He guided Colbie off the elevator into a lobby with four doors. One led to the stairwell—which Elle came out of with Daisy Duke in tow, perfectly behaved now, of course.
Two more doors led to Spence’s private penthouse apartment and office. The last one opened directly into his gym. They went through that door, and while Elle flicked on lights and hit the alarm pad to enter his code, Spence heard Colbie gasp. He turned back quickly to find her staring in awe out the windows at the sun setting over the bay.
“Wow,” she breathed, still shaking but taking the time to eye the 180-degree vista of the city as she hugged herself in his jacket. He knew that from where she stood, she could see the rest of Cow Hollow, and past that, Fort Mason Park, the Marina Green, and the bay.
And he thought it was pretty wow too. He loved this view. It was one of the many reasons he’d bought the building in the first place.
“I wouldn’t be able to work out to this view,” she said.
“Never gets old for me either.” Spence pulled out his phone to crank up the heat from his app before remembering he hadn’t dried the phone out yet. He had to actually use the control panel on the wall before going to her at the window. When he was stuck in his own head and unable to get anywhere with his work, he liked to stare out at the city that was more home to him than anywhere else had ever been.
“I love it,” she breathed. “I feel like from right here I can see all the way to the ends of the Earth.”
He knew what she meant. Out beyond the bay stretched the Pacific Ocean in all its deep-blue majesticness, clear to the gently curved horizon.
“I could so write to this view,” she went on in a hushed, amazed voice and turned to Elle, who was working out her thumbs—on her phone. “This is such a great building. I saw the pub downstairs. And the coffee shop and that cute reclaimed-wood furniture place. What else is there?”
“More shops and businesses,” Elle said, her thumbs still going, Daisy Duke at her side falling asleep standing up. “An eclectic mix on the first and second floors. Residential apartments on three and four.”
“I don’t suppose you have any apartments available for a short-term rental?” Colbie asked hopefully. “I’m only going to be here until Christmas Eve but would happily pay for the whole month to stay here.”
“Sorry,” Elle said. “But no.”
Spence met Elle’s gaze. She was the mother figure he didn’t need, the bossy-as-hell sister he’d never asked for, and his favorite and most important employee, but she was also a colossal pain in his ass. “What Elle means,” he said, “is that she doesn’t know of anything offhand but I’m sure she could check it out for you.”
“Hmm,” Elle said and nudged a trembling Colbie toward the shower area. “The restroom’s through that door. Fresh towels under the sink. Go get warmed up.”
Colbie, apparently too cold to further argue, nodded. She shut the door behind herself and they heard the lock click into place.
Cute, sexy, and smart.
“Are you kidding me?” Elle asked him, keeping her voice low.
“What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me. You know what. You’re in the middle of saving the world right now for Clarissa, remember? So please tell me what the hell you think you’re doing.”
They heard the shower come on from inside the bathroom. “Look,” he said, trying to not picture Colbie stripping out of her clothes. “I got her into this mess. This is the least I can do.”
“No,” she said. “The least you could do is give her a hundred bucks for her trouble and send her on her way.”
“Cold, Elle, even for you.”
“Did you even get a last name on her? Or what she does for a living? Did you vet her in any way?”
“For what?” he asked. “I’m the one who ruined her day, not the other way around.”
“And how about the way she reacted to you even thinking about touching her phone? Did you notice that little red flag?”
“Of course. And I wouldn’t have let a stranger touch my phone either,” he said. “Hell, I barely let you touch it.”
“You know what I’m getting at,” she said. “Maybe she has something to hide, Spence.”
Or maybe she was in trouble. She’d denied that but he couldn’t help but think of her sweet eyes and the haunted depths he’d seen in them. “She needs a place to stay. Give her the empty furnished apartment I’m holding on the third floor.”
“We don’t do short-term rentals here. By your own decree.”
“We do today.”
There was a beat of silence. Since Elle was never silent, it had to be shock.
“You hold that open for a reason,” she finally said.
“Yeah, and so far Eddie’s refused to come in off the streets, hasn’t he.” Yet another problem he hadn’t been able to solve, which tightened the ever-present knot in his chest. “Make the rent cheap because she’s a struggling writer—she probably doesn’t have much money.”
Elle’s mouth fell open. “She’s a writer? Are you kidding me?”
“Not a reporter,” he said. “A fiction writer.”
Elle just continued to stare at him. “Are you even listening to yourself?”
“Look, I got her knocked into the fountain and it’s butt-ass cold out there, and she rolled with it.” He remembered Colbie’s throaty laugh and it made him smile even now. “She’s been a really good sport about it.”
“Maybe she had a good reason,” Elle said. “Maybe she was trying to get close to you. Hell, maybe she is a reporter and the whole thing’s a setup.”
“Come on,” he said. “She couldn’t have known Daisy Duke would send her sprawling into the fountain. This happened on my property—I’m making it right, end of story.”
“Fine.” Elle pulled out her phone, which had gone off four thousand times in the past four minutes. “But I’d like to remind your stubborn ass that you’ve not been yourself since this whole media thing. You need to be more cautious about connecting with a stranger who appeared basically out of nowhere.”
“She’s not running a con on me.”
“I’m not saying she is, but we both know you’ve been screwed over, twice if we’re counting, and you haven’t come to terms with the betrayal yet. So just be careful, okay? That’s all I’m saying.” She pointed at him. “And remember, you’re the smartest person in this building and probably the smartest person I’ll ever meet. Use your powers for good.”