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“The hounds?”
He nods.
“What are they like?”
“Kade is the financial genius, though you wouldn’t know it to look at him. You remember the picture in my apartment?”
I nod. As if I could forget it.
“He’s the one who looks like a brawler.”
Since I’ve already committed their faces to memory, I bring Kade’s up in my mind. He’s the one with the shaved dark hair and gray eyes, who looks like he’d go toe-to-toe with five guys and not think twice about doing it.
“And the other one?” The one with intense green eyes, muscles on muscles, and deep burnished gold skin.
“Dariel is the leader. He lives in his office. Or at least, it feels that way to the rest of us. He holds us together and keeps this place running.”
“I thought that’s what you did.”
“I keep one small part of it running. He’s the big cog, and I’m the little wheel. Hand. The left one.”
After a long moment, I offer him my hand, forearm side down, hoping he won’t flip it and ask about the long scar up my wrist because he’ll know exactly what I tried to do to get it.
I hold my breath, tension roiling through me as he unbuttons my sleeve before gently tugging it down.
He doesn’t turn my arm over, just lightly grips my hand with his warm one, and gently but firmly winds the bandage around my wrist.
The tension filling me eases enough I can focus on something else: him.
Why do guys always have the longest lashes? And then there’s the dimple creasing his right cheek. You almost never see a girl with dimples.
“How is that?” he darts a glance up and catches me staring.
Flushing, I look away. “Fine.”
I feel his gaze on my face, but I don’t dare take my eyes off the wall. “Not too tight?”
“No. It’s good.”
“I’m going to demand a promise from you.”
His sober words draw my gaze. He’s not smiling, just studying me carefully.
“What promise is that?”
“You’ll tell me when it starts hurting.”
My lips part.
“So I can take a look at it,” he says before I can speak. “Or at least have you ice it. Fractures can linger for months if you don’t look after them.”
I search his face. “You sound like you’re talking from experience.”
He squeezes my hand that he’s still holding. “I am.”
“From the bar?”
Lowering his gaze to my wrist, he finishes winding the bandage before tucking the dangling end in. “From before. I didn’t have it easy before Kade and Dariel entered my life.”
