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Next week is proof of that. Leo’s got a job lined up and that’s my life. When I mentioned it, just to discuss alternative arrangements if this isn’t solved, Avah excused herself to shower. Second one that day. An excuse, and it tells me a whole lot of fucking things.
I rub my temple as it throbs a little.
Right now I’m looking at shit on the computer I don’t want to and I’m seeing a pattern. It’s very far from obvious, but it’s there.
“Nicolo?”
I look up from my computer where I sit on the sofa. She’s damp, pink, fresh, and in an oversize T-shirt. One of mine. The old faded college one that some chick I fucked years ago gave me. I didn’t go to college, she did. I’d forgotten about her until now. But Avah . . . fuck. Right now she brings that girl back to life in my head.
They’re not similar, unless you count their youth. But I was young then too. And now? I’m fucking a twenty-three-year-old all over again. Except I’m in my thirties, not twenty-four.
Avah isn’t like that girl. Privileged, yes, but Avah is shy, bold, and smart and not up her own ass. Avah rocks my world in ways no one in my life ever has.
“Yeah?”
“I’m scared.” Her shoulders lift as she breathes out. “I should go. I should—"
“Get your ass over here.”
She comes over, and I pull her onto me, thighs either side of mine. I scoot her real close to the point I’m really not sure if it’s pleasure or torture, especially when she rocks against me as she slides her hands around my neck. “You’re very bossy.”
I bite her throat. “I know.”
A small moan escapes.
“I should leave, shouldn’t I?”
“Tesoro, I don’t think this is that simple and running away isn’t a help. Someone is toying with you, and I don’t know who.” I take a breath. “But after . . .”
She just nods before I can say more. The thing is, I don’t even know what I fucking want to say here, no matter the thoughts that were just in my head. Should she go? Stay? We talk?
There isn’t a happy solution.
A flash of pain darkens those pretty blue eyes.
“Avah—”
Her phone buzzes and without releasing her, I pick it up from the coffee table.
She eases back and takes the proffered phone. “Rhett wants me to come in for a shoot tomorrow night. He’s busy.”
Fuck. I want to say not on your life. I want to lock her up and keep her somewhere so safe nothing can harm her. I’m out of ivory towers. Keeping her safe is and isn’t the game. I need controlled exposure to lure out whoever it is.
If this is El Cabeza, then there’s trouble.
Sliding my hands along the silk of her slender thighs, I catch her mouth in a sweet kiss. Sweet for me. I love how she melts when I go in soft, when I tease. I fucking adore the way she makes a little sound in the back of her throat, how she just sinks down and flowers open.
I fucking swear Avah’s made for me.
The rude buzz of my doorbell shatters the mood and she goes stiff. “It’s fine,Tesoro, I know who it is. Go put some pants on.”
Avah climbs off me and it’s with regret I let her go. I give myself a few seconds and Tizio rings the bell again.
I march over and disengage the lock as he steps in. “Diego’s working. Christian is out of town for the night.”
“Anything big?”
“Very small, but you know him and his lady.”
