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In addition to the refinished wood floors being original, as well as the high ceilings, they kept a lot of the pipes, vents, and cast-iron support columns exposed to give the updated sleek design an industrial feel.
This isn’t my forever home, but it is my home. I don’t bring anybody here, not even hookups.
Something unusual catches my eye in the glass, and I realize it’s not on the outside but a reflection of what’s inside—a person.
Slowly, I lower one arm, about to twist and reach for my gun at the same time, when I hear, “What’s with the punching bag?”
I grit my fucking teeth so hard I hear a crack.
I could’ve shot her. I would’ve.
Spinning around, I face Lex. She’s sitting in my oversized accent chair with her legs crossed and her arms by her sides like it’s her throne. The seat’s not quite a loveseat but almost. If I were to join her on it, part of my body would be on hers. More than part.
I’m tempted to try it right now to find out exactly how much.
Instead, I walk to the kitchen.
“I like it,” I tell her as I get myself a glass of water. “Helps clear my head after a long day at the office.” Her office specifically.
“Why in the living room?”
“Why not?” I take in the open space. “There’s enough room and it’s just me living here.”
“Mm,” she says to herself, then stands.
My throat working quietly to drain half my glass, I track her every step across the living room over to the window I was just at.
“How’d you know where I live?” I gave the firm a virtual address.
Gazing outside, she says, “I came across it somewhere.”
“Where, Lex?”
“Your driver’s license.”
My wallet. She fucking ransacked that thing for the short time she had it in her possession.
She puts her back to the window, telling me, “It’s quicker and more cost effective than following someone after work.”
Shit. She caught me.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I got in here?”
I shake my head. “I know who you are.”
“Do you?”
“Daughter of Cyrus Andeno. Wife of Kordin Debrosse. One way or another, doors open for you.” Either using skill or money, Lex can probably get in anywhere she wants.
After a slow nod, she abandons her spot at the window for the other side of the room.
My arms tingle, wanting to reach out and… I don’t know. Tell her not to go. Not yet.
But she says, “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
She doesn’t answer, only opens the door. The light darts inside in an angry slash, illuminating Lex’s slender form. No surprise, she’s head to toe in black, except instead of her usual dressy attire, she’s wearing skintight pants tucked into heavy boots and a long-sleeve shirt that has a cowl-neck hood bunched around her throat. Hair the color of a Magnolia Brittany doesn’t offset the dangerous-looking outfit one bit, only enhances it, making her look nothing like the hollow I work for and everything like a deadly assassin.
