A little over a half hour later I was back at the Wolfe building riding up to my apartment. The elevator doors parted, and I walked in. “Lydia,” I said loudly. “You here?”

Lydia bustled out of the library. “Good evening, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Good evening. Is Zee here?”

“Yes, she’s in your bedroom. Your brother brought her home about an hour ago.”

“Thanks.”

“Mr. Rock wants you to call him.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Deirdre wants to know what you want for dinner.”

I shook my head. “Not hungry, but Zee might be. Order some Italian or something. Tell Deirdre she can call it a day.”

“Will do.” Lydia bustled away. She’d be off the clock soon as well.

I headed up the staircase and to my bedroom, my heart increasing in speed.

So much going on, but still the thought of seeing Zee made my heart race. I smiled despite myself. If we couldn’t get out of this, I could very well spend the rest of my life in prison for a crime I didn’t commit.

In the meantime, shouldn’t I be happy? Shouldn’t I experience joy? Shouldn’t I make love to the woman who, despite her past at my father’s hand, seemed to want me?

Shouldn’t I use the time I had to feel these emotions that were so new and amazing to me?

I clicked the door handle to my bedroom and opened it slowly.

My master suite was large, and the bed itself wasn’t visible from the door. I expected to see Zee sitting in one of my wingback chairs in the bay window alcove, or maybe she was in the bathroom. But the bathroom door was open and no whooshing of the shower sounded in the air.

God, the shower.

I’d fucked her up against that shower wall. I grew hard just thinking about it.

Easy, Reid. Zee had been through questioning with Morgan today, so the last thing she needed was the Wolfe of Manhattan sniffing around.

I drew in a deep breath, willing my cock to behave. It didn’t, but at least I’d relaxed slightly.

Very slightly.

I continued my walk into the bedroom, and when my bed was in sight—

“Oh my God,” I growled.

45

Zee

He was here. Finally. Reid’s hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie loosened around his neck. His gray suit even looked slightly wrinkled.

This wasn’t normal Reid.

I lay atop his bed, waiting, my nipples hard and ready, my core a throbbing mass of melting jelly.

Had I made a mistake?

This wasn’t in character for me at all, but after the day I’d had, I knew the only thing that would make me close to whole again was Reid. Reid, inside my body, helping me take back what had always been mine.

I’d only forgotten for a while.