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Damian didn’t make much of a fuss about killing. He didn’t make a show of it unless asked to, either.

Quick, Terrance had said.

When James was nearly at the passenger window, Damian turned the key and gunned the engine as he flicked on the car’s lights. The man outside the car stumbled but caught himself easily enough. With a mumbled curse, James tossed a glance inside the open window, straight into the barrel of Damian’s gun.

Lights out.

CHAPTER SIX

Lily hugged the dress shirt tighter around her frame, well aware it did nothing to hide the expanse of her bare legs as she padded down the short hallway of an unfamiliar apartment. With sleep-tousled hair, weary eyes, and a sinking feeling in her stomach, she kept moving to find the sweet smell of coffee wafting.

She remembered the night before clearly. She hadn’t tumbled into an unfamiliar bed out of drunken stupidity, but instead, climbed under Damian Rossi’s sheets without so much as an argument. Then again, he took the guest bedroom.

Why he just didn’t take his own bed and gave Lily the guest bed, she wasn’t sure.

The tiny kitchenette gave a view of the large living room. Lily damn near tripped over her own two feet at the sight of Damian bare-chested with track shorts riding low on his hips. With every pull as he lifted his fit, muscled frame over the bar set between the doorjamb of a connecting room, his body barely reacted to the exercise. Like it was nothing at all, he did several sets of chin-ups while he watched a news program turned on low.

Lily’s throat went dry.

The expanse of his muscled chest drove straight down over a railroad path of abs into the hard cut V of his groin. Damian’s skin was clean of any ink and other than a small scar on his right pec, his body was unblemished. The slightest sheen of perspiration dampened his skin while his dark hair fell over his gaze glued on the flat-screen. Any female within the vicinity of this man looking like he was right then would probably throw themselves at him. He was the perfect vision of a male personified. Sex on fucking legs right there in flesh and blood.

Even Lily found herself shifting on the spot and rubbing her thighs together to soothe the sudden ache between her legs.

Jesus Christ.

What was wrong with her?

I want you to come to me willingly.

Lily sucked in a breath and forced the sudden desire pooling in her stomach away.

She couldn’t help but wonder how this ridiculously attractive man seemed to go as unnoticed around people as he did. How could he slip into a crowd and disappear when he practically screamed for someone to look at him?

A vibrating sound stopped Damian’s chin-ups. He dropped to the floor without making a sound, crossed the space to the couch in two fluid steps and swiped at something on the cushion. Damian wiped at his bottom lip with his thumb; Lily licked hers in response.

What did his kiss feel like?

She shook her head to rid that insane notion.

“Yeah, Boss. Morning.”

“Ghost,” came a familiar reply.

Terrance Trentini.

Lily had the distinct feeling she shouldn’t be standing there listening.

“You watching this?” Damian asked, his gaze still surveying the silent television. His body blocked Lily’s view of seeing what the screen showed. She didn’t mind. The sight of his muscled back roped with chiseled lines was much better.

“Breaking news,” Terrance replied. “Well done.”

“Something like that,” Damian muttered.

“I did happen to notice the mention of a blue vehicle. What was it they said?”

“A striking color,” Damian said. “Nothing more.”

“Still too close for comfort, my boy. That isn’t like you.”