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"I will not be home." He sounded chagrined.
He was home now and she was refusing to come over. In way, that was good. He needed to know from the outset that he couldn't have everything his own way.
"Then you'd better give your goons instructions to let me in," she told him saucily.
"They prefer security specialists."
She laughed. Then his rich chuckle came through the phone and she felt like she'd won something.
"Those instructions have already been given regardless," he said.
"You really are efficient."
"Or it is important."
She wasn't touching that. How could she be important to him already? But then, she was upending her own life to be with him, even if it was temporary. He was definitely already important to her.
~ ~ ~
The next evening when she arrived at Lysander's gate, her backseat and trunk full of clothes and other things she needed for an extended stay, Gregor sent it sliding open as soon as he saw her. He smiled and saluted as she drove past.
She smiled back and waived. She noticed a second security guard she hadn't seen before, standing alertly on the other side of the drive, his attention fixed on the area around the gate and not her car. She didn't wave to him, but she did wonder if he was added security, or if she just hadn't noticed him before.
When she stopped her car in front of the villa, Klaus was standing at the top of the steps. Gregor must have called him. Movement flickered in her peripheral vision and she turned her head to see what it was. Another guard walked the perimeter around the house.
Rowan got out of the car and took a moment to really examine her surroundings. She could see two more guards on patrol in the distance.
"The threat to Lysander has increased?" she asked worriedly.
Klaus shrugged. "Not that I am aware. He ordered additional and tighter security last night when he told us you would be moving in."
"I'm not moving in." She shouldered a bag with a long strap and pulled another wheeled suitcase from the car.
"It certainly looks like you're moving in," Klaus drawled.
"I'm staying a while." And that was all he needed to know. "And I'm keeping my own apartment."
Okay, maybe that too. She was no clinger-on, expecting her rich lover to support her financially.
"Does Mr. Baros know that?" Klaus asked skeptically.
Her reply was firm. "Yes."
"If you say so." Klaus stepped forward and opened the back door on the other side of her car and immediately began pulling stuff out.
Since he grabbed her largest case which was unwieldy and had a wonky wheel, she didn't object. When the wheel showed its temperament, the burly security specialist just picked up the bag and carried it.
"Impressive," Rowan quipped. But she meant it. She'd had to strain to get the bag up into her car. "I've got a box of books in the trunk you're free to manhandle as well."
CHAPTER 11
"Are you flirting with my goons?" Lysander asked from the top of the steps.
Rowan spun toward him, knocking over the case she'd been pulling. "Sander! I thought you were going to be gone."
"I took my conference call here. The wi-fi is just as good."
"Wasn't it supposed to last another hour?" He'd told her that, and then asked if she minded waiting to have dinner until later.
