When it came to her, he was insatiably greedy, yet what he wanted wasn't much.
For Erin Lowell to live a long, full life—that was enough.
The wind grew fiercer, and smoke curled into his eyes, making them sting. He stubbed out the cigarette, cast one last glance upward, and slipped into his car.
Ah, Ian Sheffield... he had been carefree for most of his life. But then he fell in love and dragged himself into a wasteland of his own making.
After the call ended, Erin Lowell looked up and met Zane Jennings's less-than-friendly gaze. They were locked in a stalemate for a few seconds before she yielded. "Aren't you going home yet?"
She just meant that it was getting late, but with her tone, the words seemed to come out all wrong.
He chuckled, his voice tinged with helplessness. "I did save your life, you know. Can't you be a little nicer to me?"
Zane Jennings could tell. To her, he was the man who had saved her life, but it stopped there. Nothing more.
