“Guess I should call the cops back and cancel that police report, huh?”

“Don’t bother. They were never going to waste manpower looking for some stolen marble anyway. Around here, you’re better off handling that kind of thing yourself. So, here’s the marble. No harm, no foul. Sorry if you guys were looking forward to a few days off,” I called to a few of Gav’s workers who were standing around still.

“Come on, guys, let’s get this all sorted,” Gav said, moving over toward the dumpster.

“I’m going home to shower and change,” Bass said, looking sweaty and miserable.

“Cormac, be in touch,” I said, getting a nod from the teenager before he turned and walked off. He was trying to keep his gait casual, but as soon as he thought he was far enough away, he broke into a run—likely off to go buy some decent food to feed his siblings.

“Your driver is here… installing security cameras.” The suspicion was there in his tone.

“Serano is a man of many skills,” I said, shrugging. “Those cameras should have been up before we got anything delivered. This was our own fault.”

“I wasn’t expecting a delivery that fast. Gav heard I wanted a rush on this, and got a little carried away. He was sweating bricks about it. But, like you said, no harm, no foul.”

I didn’t miss the way his hungry gaze moved over me. Or the way my body immediately started to thrum with memory, with renewed need.

I had to get away from him.

Before I did something stupid. Like invite him back to my apartment to check out my sheets.

“Well, that’s all settled. So, I’m going to get going,” I said, waving off down the street.

“Saff,” he called, making me stop, but not turn back.

But he just moved up behind me, his lips near my ear, his breath warm on the shell of it.

“That drop key is an open invitation.”

“I do—”

“I know you still have it,” he cut me off.

Of course he did.

He’d probably asked the doorman about it.

Why couldn’t I have just… left the damn thing?

Even as I thought it, though, I knew the answer.

I didn’t want to.

I wanted the option.

Even if I knew it was a terrible idea.

“Use it,” he said, his lips touching my ear. “Oh, and Saff? I like the blue hair. You don’t have to hide it.”

With that, he walked off.

Leaving me all shivery.

“Fuck,” I hissed, forcing my legs to carry me away, when every cell in my body was screaming for me to turn and run to him instead.

I told myself not to look back.

But there was no stopping it.

Soren was gone.

But Serano was standing there, eyes knowing.

Great.

That was just great.