“Venus?” he prompted when she remained quiet, though her eyes still sparkled with mirth.
“Uh, Mr. . . .”
She looked at him in sudden confusion.
“Justin,” he said gently. “My name is Justin. No Mister. I imagine we’ll be seeing one another frequently, so there’s no need for formality.”
She seemed to ponder his statement, the laughter fading from her eyes, replaced by unease and confusion. This was a woman who had no idea of her place in Malcolm’s life. Malcolm had better rectify that soon or she’d be gone in a flash.
“Um, Justin, then, what time will Mr Powers, I mean Malcolm, be home, I mean back to his apartment?”
Her uncertainty was killing him. Damn, but he wanted to hug her just to comfort and reassure her, but if he did that, there was no guarantee she’d ever get to Malcolm’s ap
