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“You know, the detective recommended the same thing. I put it on my to-do list.” But I had to admit it wasn’t exactly anywhere near the top. Security systems cost money, which we didn’t have a lot of at the moment. And, well, what were the chances of something happening again there? It wasn’t like this area was known for its bad crime rate.
“I’m sure they recommend it to any business, especially one run by two women.”
“It’s on my list,” I assured him, since it seemed important to him.
“No, sweetheart, I want to do it.”
“You do security systems? That’s your job?” I asked, realizing how much I wanted to know what he did, how little I actually knew about him, save for the stuff about his family.
“No. I work in imports. But I want to have it done for you guys.”
“Nino, seriously,” I said, starting to swing off the bed, but the wound in my midsection had me deciding to stay put. “You have already done so much. Too much. More than anyone else would ever do.”
“I know you think that,” he said, nodding as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “But it’s not enough. And I want to do this. Let me.”
It was a question, but also seemed a bit like a demand.
Like if I said no, I might still find a security system installed when I showed up at work one day. Which would have been overstepping in just about anyone’s estimation.
But when it came from such a good place, even if I thought it misguided, was I actually doing harm by not allowing him to do it? And it would add a level of safety at work for us moving forward.
“Savannah,” Nino said, and I swear I felt a little shiver move through me at the sound of my name on his lips, in that soft, yet commanding voice. “Just say yes.”
“Yes,” I said, nodding. “T…”
“And don’t thank me again,” he said, and this time a little smile toyed with his lips. “I will lock up on my way out,” he told me.
Then, he was gone.
And there was a hollow little feeling in my stomach at the sound of the front door closing.
That was kind of ridiculous.
But, clearly, I was starting to form a bit of an attachment to Nino.
And I had this odd certainty that it was really, really going to hurt when he decided he no longer felt guilty, and went back to his life.
CHAPTER NINE
Nino
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I was acting like a damn horny teenager.
I was supposed to be helping the woman do daily life tasks that’d been made more difficult because of the injuries she’d sustained because of me. Helping her dress. Changing her bandages.
I wasn’t supposed to be working her with my mouth again. No matter how much I suddenly found myself craving her taste.
I tried to tell myself that orgasms were their own kind of medicine, that she deserved to feel good after a long, hard day that had left her achy and exhausted.
The problem was, it was blurring already unclear lines.
I owed her.
I needed to be in her life to repay that debt.
And I couldn’t be letting shit get complicated.
