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It automatically took us up to the top floor of the building. The doors opened directly into my apartment, and London’s eyes widened.
“Oh, wow.”
My four-bedroom penthouse had a warm, wooden floor to offset the crisp, white walls. The multitude of windows were framed in black and framed the view of the city.
“Sit,” I ordered.
Her gaze narrowed. “I don’t do well following orders, Fury.”
“It’s Kavner.” I lifted a hand and gave into the compulsion to touch her hair. “Please sit, London. I hate seeing you hurt.”
13
LONDON
Holy cow, Kavner’s place was amazing.
There was a lot of black and white, but the wood floor and artwork saved it from being cold or boring. There was a wide, cream-colored couch that looked stylish and expensive. Near the high-end kitchen was a giant marble island infused with interesting veins of gold.
But the view out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows was the real superstar. His penthouse had an even better view than The Rooftop. I felt like I could see all of New Orleans. I realized his office was probably on this floor as well.
“Come on.” He ushered me over to a long, sleek dining room table.
God, there was a piano in the corner of the living room. I wondered if he played.
Then before I realized what was happening, he gripped my waist and lifted me onto the table. I gasped, one heel slipping off.
“Don’t move.” He strode away and I let myself take a deep breath. I still felt a little shaky. I investigated financial crime, so physical altercations weren’t a common thing for me.
I touched the side of my head and winced.
Kavner returned with a large first aid kit and set it beside me. He’d shed his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. His shirt covered what I now knew was a hard, muscled chest. And those muscled forearms…
I made myself look away. “New Orleans’ most famous billionaire is going to play nurse?”
He tore open a packet. “I’m a man of many skills. Hold still while I clean this.” He stepped closer, and pressed a cool wipe to my temple.
The sting made me wince.
“Sorry,” he said.
“It just stings a little. It’s fine.”
He was so close that I could smell that thunderstorm scent of his. He touched my skin, gently probing my temple.
“The cut isn’t as deep as I feared, but the doctor will check it. Security will let her in when she arrives.”
My breath hitched. It had been a long time since someone had taken care of me. That was usually my job. I was the older sister.
I’d helped out with everything after dad had gone to prison. I’d helped Lexxie with whatever she needed—to do her homework, to clean her cuts and scrapes, to take her to school, to make her meals. And I’d also taken care of my own scrapes. I hadn’t wanted to add to my mother’s burdens when she was already working two jobs.
“Hey,” he murmured.
I looked up, then he gently pressed my face against his chest.
I breathed him in, my hands clutching at his shirt. I’d almost been shot. I could have died.
“It’s okay.” He pressed his face against my hair. “You’re safe now.”
