The Devil of Downtown (Uptown Girls, #3)

by Joanna Shupe

“I wish to collect on my favor.” That gained her attention. Her face slackened, her mouth opening slightly. “Now you bring this up? Why did you not tell me this at police headquarters or over our interminable lunch?” Because she would’ve heard him out and disappeared. Instead, he’d wanted to drag out their encounter. Never mind the reasons why. “That is immaterial. Would you care to hear what I require of you?” “Yes, with the caveat that I may refuse.” Not a chance. No one reneged on Jack Mulligan. “Then get in.” He gestured to the brougham at the curb, with Rye in the driver’s seat. “No. Tell me here.” So stubborn. He almost admired her for it. “No. This is too public for my tastes. I prefer to have my conversations away from those who might be listening.” She glanced at the brougham, examining it for a long moment. Jack couldn’t fathom what she hoped to see. “No tricks,” he said. “I merely wish for a private conversation while I give you a ride downtown. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Her head swiveled sharply, her face taut. “I am hardly worried about that. You’ve made it abundantly clear I am not your type.” “And you believe I am puddle scum, as I recall. So, I think we are both safe for the short journey.” “Fine, but you still owe me the ride even if I refuse your request.”