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“I want to,” I say. “Coffee? Tea? Tequila?”
“Coffee, please.”
“White and one?”
I smile to myself. “Still the same.”
He fiddles around with the coffee machine, and I’m impressed he knows how to even work one. A few minutes later, the aroma of fresh coffee fills the apartment.
He brings my cup over, handing it to me as he sits his ass down on the coffee table facing me.
God, he’s sexy.
Everything about him oozes power. Money. Sex.
But Fynn like this, the kind, sensitive, sweet man I know, I’ll take that over the playboy I’m used to any day of the week.
The concern on his face has me feeling all kinds of things.
Do I need a man to come in and take control?No.
Do I need a man to protect me and make me feel like I matter?No.
But does it feel damn good to know he’s here and he cares?Oh, hell yes.
I take a sip and smile across at him. “Delicious.”
He watches me, tentatively, like I might break.
“When Garrett called me,” he stammers, “I was so fucking worried out of my mind. It drove me crazy.”
“I know. You’re a good man, Fynn, but I’ve been taking care of myself for a while now.”
He frowns. “Exactly. And you don’t need to. Let me take care of you. You’d want for nothing.”
I shake my head, knowing I have to be gentle with him. “You know that’s not what I’m about. I’m not interested in your money…”
“That isn’t what I meant either, but this…” He spreads his arms wide. “This isn’t right. You shouldn’t go to work and almost… almost fucking get stabbed!”
He’s angry, and I don’t see him like this very often. I get it. It wasn’t a good situation, but it isn’t like I haven’t dealt with crazies and drug addicts before. It’s a way of life in the ER.
We deal with bad shit all the time.
“I told you I’ll take a few days off, reassess a few things.”
He doesn’t look convinced. “I think you need that leave of absence I was talking about.”
“Didn’t you say vacation at one point?” I give him a cheeky smile, but he’s too annoyed to share the joke.
“I’m going to go check on the bath.” He storms off as I watch after him, shaking my head as I look up to the heavens like that’ll help me.
I make my way off the couch, setting my cup on the coffee table, and follow him down the hallway. I pass by at least three bedrooms. My mind jogs to the idea that Fynn thinks I’m sleeping in his bed, and I smile to myself. There are two other perfectly fine bedrooms for me, but he wants me to sleep in his bed. That does things to me. Things it shouldn’t because I know this will only end badly.
I find him in a very large, swanky bathroom with marble floors and gold tapware.
When I whistle low, he turns over his shoulder. There are bubbles everywhere. I glance around the bathroom, noting the Chanel bath products and lotions on the side. They’re in brand-new packaging.
“Since when did you have time to go shop?” I quirk a brow, wondering if he had this all planned.
