Her breath caught. She took a step back, watching as the window slowly rolled down to reveal Alaric Davenport's handsome face.
"You… What are you doing here?" Rosalind Lowell asked, looking at him in surprise.
"You've been out all day. I came to pick you up. Get in."
Rosalind Lowell slipped into the car. Alaric Davenport didn't start the engine. Instead, he looked at her. "What were you back here for?"
She shook her head, not daring to meet Alaric Davenport's piercingly perceptive eyes.
'She was hiding something, something she couldn't tell him. She had a guilty conscience.'
"About that equity… if one day I'm really desperate for money, can I sell it?"
Alaric Davenport raised an eyebrow. "What's given to you is yours to do with as you please. A smart person wouldn't normally sell their Davenport Family equity. If you're ever really short on cash, just ask me."
Rosalind Lowell pressed her lips together. That was exactly what she didn't want to do.
