Free Rendezvous with the Billionaire: A Billionaire Workplace Romance by Eve Adrian Page A

city his entire life except for during college and a short stint in his early twenties.
    And he got the same information from me. I wasn't from New York but got there as soon as I could, that I'd gone to a tiny liberal arts college that I was sure he'd never heard of. But maybe he'd heard of where I worked, at Daringer Associates? His eyes lit up when I said that, but he didn't tell me why.
    His phone beeped just as I finished up the tiny piece of baklava he'd made me try. Of course, knowing how delicious it was, I hadn't resisted too hard. He checked it and cursed. "I'm sorry, Amy, this has been great, but I have a conference call I need to jump on in five minutes."
    I glanced up at the clock on the wall. "It's okay, I should be getting back to work anyway." But something made me linger instead of just getting up and going.
    Dylan wasn't leaving either. He smiled a bit sheepishly and looked down at his phone. "This has been a great time. How would you feel about doing it again?"
    Like a date? I didn't say it out loud, but the prospect of a nice looking guy actually wanting to go out with me in public and let me talk about it sounded nice in light of all of the recent secrecy. "That sounds good." I gave him my contact information.
    But he didn't leave it at that, instead kissing me on the cheek before walking out of the deli. I followed him not too much later with even more pep in my step. Damn, at this rate guys would start falling out of the woodwork by next week.

Chapter Eleven
    After all of the excitement, a few days passed where nothing seemed to happen. Dylan didn't call, Evan didn't speak with me, and I was able to get some of my work done in peace. Another weekend flew by and I was starting to appreciate that my life just might get back to normal. And then the cops called.
    I didn't know if it was good or bad, but I was starting to be less freaked out every time they got in contact with me. That probably wasn't a good thing.
    One call to Carmen Brown and we were scheduled to meet at the police station on Sunday evening. She met me in the lobby, her white suit impeccable and makeup making her skin look nearly dark gold in the harsh fluorescent light. "They didn't tell me what it was about," were the first words out of my mouth.
    Carmen just smiled, "I'm sure it's nothing serious."
    When Santiago and O'Hara greeted us, I began to think that Carmen might be psychic. They were both all smiles and this time led us to a conference room instead of the interrogation room where they'd questioned me before. The room was small but comfortable, it could probably accommodate six or seven people so we weren't hurting for space.
    "Thank you for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice," said Detective Santiago. "We're fairly certain you'll like what we have to say."
    What, were they going to offer me a plea bargain? Or was that the district attorney who did that? Conscious of Carmen by my side, I gave a sort of half-smile and said nothing.
    She spoke for me, "Is there anything you have to say that couldn't have been covered with a phone call?"
    O'Hara leaned back in her chair, but it was Santiago who kept speaking. "We have eliminated Miss Bowen as a suspect in the case." Joy soared through me. I knew it had been weighing me down, but I hadn't realized how much. But once she said those words I felt like I could float away from the lightness of my newfound body. "However," and with one word I could feel the pressure building up again. "We still have a few questions."
    I opened my mouth to respond, but Carmen put a hand on my arm before I could say anything. "Please give us a moment?" The detectives stepped away from the table, but they didn't leave the room. I guessed that Carmen was fine with that when she didn't insist. She leaned in close and whispered, her breath tickling my ear. "Just because they've eliminated you as a suspected does not mean that they will not change their minds. You'll need to be careful, however,