Page 44 of Dirty Justice


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“Yeah. I wanted to know you were taken care of, and money wasn’t an issue.”

Indika lifted a shaky hand to her forehead and rubbed the permanent crease she could feel forming there with every second she spent in this man’s presence.

“I don’t know what to say.” Her words were a murmur.

He circled the furniture to stand before her. “Say you feel up to going outside with me for a little while.”

Nowthatshe didn’t expect. Her head shot up, and she searched his face. Was this some kind of trick? Did he really have one of his spy meetings planned and didn’t feel he could leave her alone in her apartment?

If he stepped out for even a minute, she’d jump on the phone with the building superintendent and have her locks changed.

Then his face split into a crooked grin and tiny, sexy creases extended from the corner of each dark eye. Her stomach fluttered. Why couldn’t her body wake up to the fact she hated AJ Apollo?

“I thought we’d take a small stroll in the park. If you’re up to it, that is. I’m getting cabin fever, and I know you are too.”

She didn’t want to acknowledge the leap of joy in her chest at the thought of leaving the four walls of her apartment.

“If you’re in too much pain—”

“No,” she cut in. “I could use some fresh air. Maybe we could take some of the balloons out and let them go too?”

The sound of his deep chuckle was like a warm fingertip tracing down her body. “I’ll tie them up somewhere in the corner when we get back. Do you need pain pills before you go?”

She shook her head. “I’ll just slip my shoes on.”

He followed her to the entry and waited while she pulled on a pair of simple white sneakers. Bending forward caused her some trouble, but she breathed through the pain in her side, relieved AJ didn’t try to help her.

When she glanced at his feet, she saw he already wore his boots. Had he stepped out while she was asleep or in the shower?

She really didn’t trust him not to be up to something. The kind of drive AJ had to save the world didn’t just take a seat and wait it out like Blackout wanted him to do.

After she straightened, he reached for the door handle. They walked out together.

Just standing in the hallway with AJ started memories spinning through her mind of him pressing her up against the wall outside her old apartment and crushing his lips down on hers. The searing kiss amped up a thousand more degrees in the span of a heartbeat, and she’d been gasping when he got her in her apartment.

The elevator wasn’t much better. Lurid images bombarded her. She fought for air. It didn’t help that he stood so close to her side that she felt the power swelling off the man in waves.

She could almost feel her spine pressed up against that wall and AJ closing in on her front, pinning her with hard muscle.

And a harder erection.

She shifted to dispel the shiver working through her.

He turned his head as if he detected her discomposure. The man’s instincts were like a damn hawk’s. She wouldn’t put it past him to know the exact number of her heartrate as well as the fact that her panties were starting to get damp from all these naughty memories.

AJ didn’t fit into the new world she’d created. But he would always fit withher.

She shook off the thought and was first to step off the elevator.

Once outside the building, a panicked thought struck. What if she ran into Brown on the street as he came for a visit? Or worse—Robert.

She inwardly shrank away from her imaginings, and she didn’t even want to dwell on why she didn’t wish to see Robert besides the fact that he and AJ didn’t mix.

The warmth of the sun distracted her from her troubled, overactive thoughts, and she tilted her face up to catch more rays.

At this time of day, they only passed a few moms pushing baby strollers and a couple of joggers. An older man was out taking a slow stroll.

AJ sniffed the air. “I smell hot dogs.”

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