Free The Hill by Carol Ericson

she could keep him here forever. “I should be around in the afternoon.”
    â€œGet the locks changed tomorrow as a precaution and leave a new key for me with security.”
    â€œRight. Come whenever you like.” She waved her arms around the room. “I’ll keep putting things together tonight.”
    â€œLet me know if you discover anything else missing—or anything out of order.”
    â€œI will. Thanks for everything, Judd. Without your perseverance, we never would’ve gotten the truth out of Griff.”
    â€œGlad you see it that way.” He scooped up his jacket and helmet. “I’ll be in touch tomorrow.”
    She closed the door behind him and locked it. If he hadn’t been with her today, she would’ve freaked out walking in on this mess alone. In hiring Judd Brody to have her back, she’d made the first in what she planned to be a long line of good decisions.
    London spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up without discovering any other missing items—or bugs.
    When her stomach growled for about the hundredth time, she realized she’d completely skipped lunch. She should’ve invited Judd out for lunch, but she hadn’t wanted to be too forward or cross the line with him.
    He seemed hung up on their working relationship and she should be hung up on it, too. Professional people knew the line between business and pleasure and adhered to it. If she wanted to step up as the CEO of BGE, she’d better start acting like a professional.
    If Judd Brody could keep his lust zipped up while they worked together, so could she.
    Her cell phone buzzed and she swept it off the counter, checking the display. “Hi, April.”
    â€œHi, just checking to see if you’re still going to that new club with us tonight.”
    London opened the sliding doors to the balcony and stepped outside. “I’m going to pass.”
    April wailed, “You’re turning into a drudge, London. Gemma’s cousin is in from Monte Carlo, and he’s really interested in meeting you.”
    â€œIs this the gambler? I bet he’s really interested in meeting me.”
    â€œOh, stop. He has money of his own. Not every man is after your big bucks. Do not tell me you’re seriously considering Roger Taylor’s proposal. Just because he’s über-rich, that doesn’t make him a perfect match for you.”
    A flash of blue eyes and the revving engine of a Harley made it clear that Roger could never be her perfect match. “Don’t worry. I’m not that much of a drudge. Someone broke into my place today and I’ve spent all afternoon cleaning up—not the best prelude to a night out.”
    April gasped. “What did he take?”
    â€œNothing of importance.” Except that laptop. “But I’m not in any mood to go clubbing.”
    â€œI hear ya. I’ll tell you all about the new place and the new man.”
    â€œHave fun, April.” London cradled the phone in her hands and gazed at the lights blinking on in the city. She still needed to eat, but she didn’t feel like venturing out and she didn’t want to cook. She punched in the number for the local pizza place and ordered a large vegetarian pizza.
    By the time the pizza had arrived, she’d taken a quick shower and changed into yoga pants and a light hoodie. She spoke into the intercom. “I’ll be right down.”
    She grabbed some bills from her purse, locked the door behind her and headed down to the lobby in the elevator.
    Jerome, the night security guard, had his eye on the delivery guy as if half expecting him to pull a gun out of the pizza box.
    London exchanged the cash for the pizza and thanked the delivery boy.
    When he left, she placed the pizza on top of the security desk. “I suppose you heard what happened this morning.”
    Jerome shook his head. “I always thought Griff was trouble—him and those