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He nodded, though I could tell he was still uneasy about leaving me there. With a final, lingering look, he handed me his business card. “Call me, anytime,” he insisted.

“Thank you,” I replied.

He looked at the building, and then back at me before he cleared his throat. “Morgan, I’m not comfortable leaving you here without some assurance of your safety.”

I frowned, feeling a mix of annoyance and warmth at his persistence. “Hunter, really, I’m fine. I’ve lived here for a while now, and nothing has ever happened.”

I wasn’t about to tell him about the one time I’d come home and found a homeless man sleeping on my couch.

He shook his head, his thumb already scrolling through his contacts. “I’m not taking no for an answer. This is non-negotiable. Let’s walk inside.”

I watched, a bit stunned, as he made a call. He walked inside the front door of my apartment building and scoffed once he realized that the lock was broken.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it had been broken since the day I’d moved in here.

With a hard swallow, I took the lead and headed up the five flights of stairs to my apartment. We headed down the long hallway until we reached my door, and then I stopped, not wanting to open it with him still standing there.

“Yes, I need someone at this address,” he spoke into the phone. His tone left no room for debate. After a brief conversation, he ended the call and looked at me, his expression firm.

“I’ve arranged for a security guard to stand by your door tonight. It’s settled.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he raised his hand to stop me. “Morgan, it’s necessary. I need you to be safe. We have important work to do, and I can’t risk anything happening to you.”

His words, ‘I need you,’ hung in the air between us. There was an intensity behind them that suggested his concern was more than just professional.

I sighed, realizing arguing was futile. “Okay, Hunter. Thank you. I… appreciate it.”

“Goodnight, Miss Davis. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he replied, his voice warm. There was a look on his face that gave away his reluctance, but I didn’t want to invite him in to see the few mismatched pieces of furniture inside.

A man like him wouldn’t understand.

“Goodnight, Mr. Blackwater,” I answered.

With a long sigh, he stared into my eyes, then finally turned away, walking down the hall and turning the corner.

I finally released the breath I was holding and opened my front door.

How the hell was I supposed to face him again after all that had happened between us today?

CHAPTER 10

Morgan

Well, here goes nothing…

As soon as I walked into the coffee shop where Zara and I had agreed to meet, I knew I was in for an interrogation. From the moment she first laid eyes on me, her eyes lit up with curiosity, and I braced myself for the onslaught of questions that were inevitably coming my way.

Trying to look inconspicuous, I smiled, and she smirked, her joy instantaneous.

So much for keeping things on the down low…

“So, spill it, Morgan. Every juicy detail. You’ve got the just-fucked afterglow, and I need to know everything,” Zara said, barely containing her excitement as she leaned forward, sliding a coffee towards me, her own quickly forgotten.

I took a deep breath, feeling a blush already creeping up my cheeks as I covered my face with my hands.

“It’s complicated, Zara,” I sighed, finally dropping my hands to my lap.

Zara’s eyebrows shot up, her grin widening. “Oh? Did Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Businessy give you the business?”

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