Chapter 37

• The next few hours passed as slow as molasses on a chilly day in Canada. You brightened momentarily each time the doorbell jangled. Every time you don't see Nico's now-familiar face, your stomach would drop a bit more. Just as you ushered the last of the partygoers out for closing, after the last call has long since passed, you heard a loud rumble.
• You flipped the sign, locked the front door, and stepped into the chilly, polluted air. The car idled as the driver's door swung open. Nico stepping out. He changed his clothes since the meeting and was now wearing a leather jacket and jeans instead of his tailored suit and tie.
• He shrugs sheepishly and explains what took so long, in as little detail as possible. “I got held up. Derek needed something and I had to get that somewhere safe. Sorry…”