"We're at my place tonight, 1427 Willow Lane, apartment 3B. Come by around eleven? I've got a bottle of wine."
Devon's smirk widened, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "I'll be there," he said, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver through the line. Elena laughed softly, and the call ended with a click.
The penthouse suite was luxurious, its floor-to-ceiling windows framing a cityscape drenched in the silver glow of rain, the lights below blurring into streaks of neon desire.
