Page 124 of Lucian

“You sound like it,” she replied sarcastically. “Sound like a smoker edging on thirty years and a two pack a day habit. You should drink the tea, Lucian.”

Lucian stared at her, totally unaffected. “Is this your way of being angry with me? Badger the fuck out of me until I grovel?”

Finally, Jordyn stepped off the stool. “Why would I be angry with you?”

“Well, aside from nearly getting myself killed, you had to stand there and watch it. I don’t imagine that was particularly fun, Jordyn.”

“It wasn’t.”

Boy, was that an understatement.

“But you’re here, so that’s what matters to me,” Jordyn added with a small smile. “How did it go with the detectives?”

“Terribly. I can almost bet my life I’ll have a pair of new best friends following me around in an unmarked car for months. Bastards.” Lucian nodded at the shoe boxes Jordyn was digging through before he came into the bedroom. “What were you doing?”

“Looking for dress shoes to match your suit.”

“Why?”

“Church tomorrow. You can’t wear what you did tonight, and your shoes have blood all over them. I was looking for another pair.”

“Doesn’t matter. They took my shoes and tux as evidence anyway.” Lucian chuckled, rubbing at his forehead. “Besides, we don’t have to go to church tomorrow.”

“Yes, we do. I have clothes I brought over while I was staying here on and off. You have stuff here to wear. I don’t see why not.”

“Because I have no interest in waking up early and going to that place.”

Jordyn’s hands met her hips. “I do, and we’re going.”

Lucian sighed, the sound almost painful. If she wanted to go to church, they would go. “Fine. Don’t bother looking through those boxes anymore tonight; I wear the same size as my father. Can we go to bed?”

“No,” Jordyn replied softly.

“Why? I’m tired, bella mia. I want you, and a bed. That’s all.”

Jordyn understood that, but she could see there was tension tightening his broad shoulders. It was a clear sign he wouldn’t actually sleep at all, but instead, sit and stew over all the things on his mind.

“Talk to me, Lucian.”

Lucian frowned, not meeting her gaze. “I don’t have anything to say right now.”

“Don’t you?”

“Do you know?” Lucian asked back.

“I kind of put some of it together,” Jordyn admitted. “Antony’s phone calls after he made Cecelia leave the office helped, too. Then, he questioned me up and down about every conversation I ever had with Kate. I think it’s kind of obvious.”

“But do you know why?”

Jordyn shook her head. “No, but I’d like to.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Lucian said hoarsely. “I don’t want you thinking my choices regarding us are tied up in that woman, or anything else from my past.”

It was just another confusing thing to add to the pile of vagueness Jordyn was getting tired of.

“That might help if it made sense,” Jordyn responded drily.

Lucian sucked in a harsh breath, meeting her stare head on. “Do you know what went through my mind in that elevator?”