In the end, Nina hadn’t been able to resist accompanying him there; if this was to be their one and only date, as it probably would be, then she intended making the most of it. The modern décor of Rafe’s apartment had come as something of a surprise to her, even a disappointment, with its colour scheme of black, silver and white. The walls in the sitting room were white, as was the carpet, with a black leather sofa and chairs, and a glass coffee table, only the original artwork on the walls and the fantastic view of New York outside the huge windows to prevent it from appearing utilitarian. It certainly reflected none of the sensuality or larger than life personality of the man who occupied it. ‘It’s a family-owned apartment,’ Rafe dismissed as he saw her curiosity. ‘Whichever of the brothers is in New York at the time uses it.’ She blinked. ‘Do you change locations a lot, then?’ ‘Every two months or so, sometimes more often.’ Rafe shrugged.
