Chapter 453

There’s no way Martin Palmer was leaving Veronica Wren passed out alone in a bar like that. She was clearly burning up, and without giving it much thought, he paid the bill and helped her out. He lived just around the corner, so he had walked here, and when they got outside near the alley, he glanced over and asked, “Which one’s your car?” Veronica, hopelessly out of it, leaned heavily against his chest without responding. Martin adjusted his hold and scooped her up, heading in the direction of his place. Drunk like this and feverish too—he knew there was no point trying to get any sense out of her. Over the past three years, Veronica had always stuck around him. Any guy could guess what that meant. But she never spelled it out. Martin had tried putting some distance between them, but that only seemed to egg her on more, like she saw him as some kind of quest. They reached the elevator, rode it up to the 29th floor. Outside his apartment, Martin had to punch in his door code, so he lea