A devious smile crossed Roman’s lips at the sight of Abigail’s fluster around him. It was so easy. He barely even had to try to impress her. She seemed to be smitten with him just because of his natural charm and good looks. At the very least, she was embarrassed by his flirtatious comments. The girl had fallen into his web; now he just had to close in and seal the deal.

Roman chuckled at her question, “Just hold onto my waist, doll. You don’t think the guy who just saved you from those two robbers would hurt you, right? I’m not gonna lay a finger on you—unless you ask, of course.” He winked coyly. “Now then, as for a place to go…” He stroked the stubble on his chin in thought. Normally, he would have taken a beautiful girl like her right back to his place, but she wasn’t the type to go along with that. She definitely looked too innocent for anything so fast-paced. No, he would have to play a slower game to secure a night with this one.

“Do you like ice cream?” Roman asked. “I know a guy in Central Park—real nice; he gives me discounts—who has a cart. I’ll buy.” He revved his motorcycle’s engine and drove out onto the street, weaving through the flow of traffic, without giving Abigail a chance to answer. “You deserve something sweet, little miss. You’ve had quite a day.”