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His brows furrowed with a look of frustration before he cut the redhead a glance. I waited for the lightning strike to hit him, for that long, slow slide of his gaze down her wicked curves that would ultimately linger on the diamonds on her fingers.
Instead, he gave her a nod. “Finley Salvatore.”
“Kat VanHalen,” she answered.
VanHalen…as in THE VanHalens?
Jesus fucking Christ.
He was a goner for sure. I mean, why wouldn’t he be? I mentally steeled myself for the crushing pain that would be inevitable as Finley fell head over heels in love with her. The ticking in my head resounded, until slowly I realized that wasn’t happening at all. Instead, the Prince of bloodlust and mayhem just turned that brooding gaze to me. “Do you have your building yet?”
Do I have my building?I gave a nod and lifted my hand. The screen of my phone was shattered, long shards falling free as I moaned. “Shit.”
“It’s just a phone, Anna.” Finley took the broken thing from my hand. “Use mine.”
But it wasn’t just a phone, was it? It was my portal to the world, passwords that I changed every ten days, all to keep information about us safe.
“It’s got all my identification,” I protested.And all your messages…messages I'd saved.
“You and your damn encryptions, Anna,” he sighed.
“Finley,” the low, familiar rumble came. Of course he was here. I glanced toward Max, who blended in with the surroundings in black, his shoulder holster packed with guns. “We have to go.” One glance toward me, and the bodyguard nodded. “Anna.”
He didn’t like me, never had. I gave a nod. “Max.”
“Give me a second.” Fin’s voice was etched with frustration as he pressed the button on my phone, illuminating the perfect smile of my Golden Retriever, Angel. “Anna, the code.”
I shook my head and jerked my gaze to his. All I saw was the razor-sharp edges of the glass. “No…I…”
“Fin, man, we’re already late,” Max urged.
“I said, give me a damn second!”he snapped.
The bodyguard said nothing, just turned stony.
“Anna…the damn password,” Finley urged, his tone softening.
For a second the old Finley was there, the sparkle in his eyes peeking out from the stony control of his father.
I shook my head, my damn face reddening.
“How else are you going to get your information? Just give me the damn password.”
“Salvatoresucks,” I whispered.
One brow instantly rose as I curled my shoulders, praying for the second time tonight the earth would swallow me whole.
The redhead jerked her gaze away as her hand rose to cover her mouth. But it did little to hide the smile, or stifle the snigger.
“Salvatore…sucks,” he muttered, punching in the letters. “No special character?”
I wanted…to fucking die. “No, no special character.”
Blood slipped along the cracks of my phone as the screen changed.His blood. I stared at the gash opening on his thumb as he murmured, “Building five…with a Miss VanHalen.”
“Oh, that’s me,” the redhead said with not a hint of surprise.
The bodyguard shifted on his feet and dragged massive hands through his hair.
