“Out. Because I? Didn’t get stood up.”

“I didn’t get stood up either.” Brody frowned. “And I’d make a great husband! If I wanted to wear a ball and chain!”

From over her shoulder, Maddie waved a hand, sashaying across the lobby in that silver clingy dress that seemed to be defying gravity to stay up-

“She’s our concierge,” Brody hissed to Shayne. “Stop looking at her ass.”

“I wasn’t doing anything you weren’t doing.”

“I was not staring at her ass.”

“Please. You’ve made a career out of staring at her ass.”

Maddie turned back. “Maybe the both of you could stop staring at my ass. Hot as it is…”

Brody grimaced and shoved Shayne. Shayne decided to let that go, because while he’d been just having fun, Brody was not. The guy was sporting a crush on Maddie, one of gigantic proportions.

And one of these days, the guy might even face it. Maybe he and Maddie would figure out a way to go at each other, and it just might be the real thing.

Then Noah would have Bailey, and Brody would have Maddie, and Shayne?

Odd man out.

A little twinge hit him at that, which was stupid. He had everything, anything he could possibly want right at his fingertips, and yet…

And yet he felt a restlessness he couldn’t deny.

Odd, since he’d never given much thought to the far-off future, or even tomorrow, and yet he felt like he was missing out on something.

But hell if he knew exactly what.

Maddie turned back. “Oh, hey, playboy?”

Brody lifted his head.

“Not you. Shayne.”

Brody looked affronted.

“Gotta live it to earn it,” Maddie told him.

“I could live it.” He sank further into the couch when both Shayne and Maddie laughed. “Well, I could.”

“Okay,” Maddie said and rolled her eyes. “Shayne, I forgot to tell you, when Michelle was looking for you, she asked me to have you stop by her place tonight.”

Which was pretty much the last thing he wanted to do.

She read his face. “I figured you wouldn’t want to, what with your whole date-a-woman-once thing.”

“I’ve dated women more than once.”

“Really? Name one.”

“Michelle. I dated her twice.”

“Because you didn’t sleep with her until the second date. Face it, Shayne, you’re allergic to relationships.”

“Hey, after Michelle, I went out with Marie, Suzie, and Kathleen, remember?”

“And your point?”

“I asked each of them out on a second date, and…” He grimaced. “And each turned me down.”

“Wow. Three whole rejections.” Maddie shook her head. “After the hundreds you’ve rejected.”

His cell phone rang. Pulling it out, he stared down at the name on the ID.

“Dani Peterson,” Brody read over Shayne’s shoulder.

Maddie. “She’s hooked.”

“Damn,” Brody said. “How do you do that so fast?”

“Guess she didn’t get the memo about the no-second-date thing,” Maddie offered.

“Maybe she has another closet she needs you to check out,” Brody added.

Maddie laughed, and Brody smiled at her, and for a moment she seemed to soften.

Shayne shook his head, and turning his back on his so-called friends, answered. “Hello?”

“Shayne?”

She was in panic mode again, he could tell. “You okay?”

Dani opened her mouth to respond to Shayne, but nothing came out. She was scared. Terrified, actually. She’d taken her bath and gone to bed, but had awoken suddenly, heart pounding.

And though she hadn’t heard a sound, hadn’t seen a thing in her darkened bedroom, she’d felt it.

A presence.

She hadn’t been alone in her apartment.

She’d grabbed the baseball bat she kept in the corner and had gone still, listening. A soft rustling had come from her bathroom. Heart kicking hard, beating at a rate that had to be near heart-attack inducing, she’d left her bedroom, pausing in the hallway but no longer hearing a thing, not even a whisper of sound.

It was as if someone had been holding his breath, waiting.

Well, that person wasn’t the only one. Dani had grabbed her cordless phone and the business card by it and had run out her front door, going straight to Alan’s, torn between pounding and a light tap because she couldn’t decide which was more important-that Alan hurry, or that she not let the stranger in her apartment know where she was.

But Alan’s place was dark, and silent, and he didn’t answer. She was hunkering in the shadows between his door and hers so she didn’t run out of range on her phone, planning on dialing the police.

Who would have actually been helpful. She hadn’t meant to call Shayne, but she’d looked at his card and read his name in embossed print.

Shayne Mahoney

President of Operations

Calling his cell while his title played in her head, along with the implications.

He’d told her that he was a pilot. So why had she turned to him? Bad fingers. Bad decision, calling the man who’d let her think he was nothing but a pilot for hire, when in fact he ran Sky High Air.

The only reason for that-he’d been slumming. With her.

And still, she’d called him. Clearly her brain had gone AWOL on her.

“Dani?”

Hunkered there in the dark shadows in the upstairs walkway of her building, she considered hanging up on the man she’d kissed in a closet.

And against her front door…

“Talk to me, Dani.”

Just his voice did something, brought her a sense of calm when she didn’t think she could ever find her calm again. “I didn’t mean to call you. Just a reflex, I think. So if you could forget this whole thing-”

“Just tell me what’s wrong.”

She squished herself farther into the shadows, but no one came out of her place. Had she imagined the whole thing?

“Dani.”

She glanced at Alan’s apartment again. Now would have been a really nice time for him to poke his head out.

No such luck.

She wasn’t far from work, about a mile. Sometimes she walked there, but doing so now in a T-shirt and men’s boxers didn’t appeal.

“Dani, damn it. Talk to me.”

“I fell asleep,” she whispered. “And when I woke up, I think there was someone in my apartment.”

“Where are you now?”

“Between my place and Alan’s.”

“Alan…” He tried to place the name. “Stalker Alan?”

“He’s not a stalker,” she whispered and rubbed the baseball bat for courage. “Listen, I’ll call the police from here, okay? I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have called you. Please, forget I called.”

“Dani-”

“Thanks.” She winced. Thanks? “Bye, Shayne.” She hit the off button and resisted smacking her own forehead with the phone.

Shayne gritted his teeth at the unmistakable click. “Hello? Dani? Don’t you hang up on me-” She’d hung up on him. “Damn it!” He pulled his cell phone from his ear to look at the readout. “She hung up on me.”

Still sprawled on the couch, Brody shrugged. “Saved you some time.”

“This is serious. At least I think it’s serious.” Shayne brought up the last number received on his phone, then called it.

“Interesting,” Brody noted to Maddie. “He’s calling her back. I think that constitutes date number two.” He looked at Shayne. “Aren’t you worried you’ll get your, what is it now, fourth rejection in a row?”

“Brody?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” Pick up, he silently urged Dani, while letting Brody’s teasing roll off his back. So he hadn’t been the most reliable of men where women were concerned. He’d never been a good bet. He didn’t stick. Ask his family. Ask any of the women he’d dated.

But this felt different. This wasn’t about sticking. Or at least that’s what he told himself as he waited. This was simply about helping someone who needed it.

Dani’s phone rang and she nearly lost a year of her life. Still against the wall between her apartment and Alan’s, she looked at the caller ID screen, felt her stomach quiver, and answered. “Shayne.”

“You call the cops yet?” he demanded.

“I-” Oh, God, was that a scraping sound behind her? Flattening herself to the wall, she squinted into the darkness and saw nothing. Breathe. Just breathe. She’d just half convinced herself she’d made this whole thing up, but she hadn’t manufactured that noise. “I’m fine,” she whispered.

“So fine your voice is shaking with terror. So fine you accidentally called me instead of the police.”

“I would have called them now,” she pointed out. “But you keep chatting.”

“You’re giving me gray hair as we speak. Gray hair, Dani.”

“Don’t worry. Gray will blend in nicely with your color.”

“Not funny.”

Through the phone, she heard a car start up. A Porsche. “Shayne, seriously. Stay put. I’m calling the police right now. I’m getting out of here.”

“Where to?”

“The zoo. I work there. It’ll be fine.” There was that word again, fine. She’d used it so much tonight it didn’t even sound like a word anymore.

“Don’t tell me you are going to walk.”

“Okay.” She winced. “I won’t tell you.”

“Jesus Christ. Another ten gray hairs just popped out on my head.”

“Look, I was going to knock on Alan’s door, but his place is dark.”

“That’s because it’s the middle of the night. Can you get to the street? Near one of the lights?”

“Yes.” Glancing behind her as she took the stairs, she saw no one, not a person, not another car, nothing. Sort of becoming a thing with her tonight. She got to the ground floor and moved toward the street. With a little distance, she began to breathe easier. “Seriously. This is silly.”

“If it turns out to be silly, then we can laugh and move on.”

“Gray hair and all?”

“Gray hair and all. But for right now, go with scary, and stay out of dark places. I’m nearly there.”

She didn’t know what to say or how to feel about the fact that his rushing over without question had brought a lump to her throat, so she quietly nodded. “Thanks,” she whispered, but the phone had died. She’d gone outside the parameters. Completely alone, she hugged the wall behind her and hoped he hurried.