I remember it was midnight when the phone rang. I picked it up to hear his voice; Sebastian Osborne, a sexy, independently wealthy self-made billionaire by the time he was thirty-five, had called asking if I’d like to spend the week with him and a few of our New York friends. Of course I said, yes. Sebastian was an interesting older man. He’d created some tiny little part they used on every shuttle that went into space. Whenever he’d fly into New York, I’d fly up from Miami to meet him. As usual, he was sending his driver to pick me up at the airport, but this time it wouldn’t be Eric, apparently he’d taken sick and Sebastian had hired a new driver.