I don’t want to stand at the door and watch her, but I’m drawn there, because as long as she’s here, I’m going to be weak for her. When she’s gone and I can’t see her or smell her or touch her anymore, I’ll be back to my old self. I f*****g hope that’s the case, at least.
“Hey.” She looks up and smiles then folds another shirt—one of mine she wore to bed while she stayed here—and puts it on top. I lean against the window and watch her long, graceful fingers as she folds and pats and smooths.
“Hi.” Her sigh is short, and I can’t tell if she’s upset or if I’m imagining it. “Do you really think I’m still in danger?”
We’ve been sniping all morning about Eidan and Luka—the men I’ve assigned to her. “I do. I know Roberto had men sitting on your apartment. And if he found your apartment, he kn
