Yep, got it. I can deal with that. My mind starts putting together points I need to discuss.

Pulling into my parking spot, I see the car behind me park to the side in the visitor spot and wait for me to enter the lift. It’s one of our security guys, and I know the license plates off by heart, so that doesn’t alarm me at all.

Sandon told me that he and Forrest will be in contact each day about Forrest’s movements and the times when he can’t be home with me due to his work commitments or things like, I don’t know, having his own life, I expect. Then they will work out someone else to cover me.

I hate every single part of this, but when he left my office after we chatted, it did give me a different perspective of how much I am imposing on Forrest. I didn’t think about it at first because I was too busy worrying about how pissed off I was that my life was being invaded. I really need to try to be nicer to him, even when he annoys the hell out of me, because I doubt that will change no matter how patient I try to be.

Opening the door with the key that Sandon gave me today feels weird.

Apparently, Forrest arranged for Remington to hand over a set for me and one for the Kentwall security team, just in case. It made me feel a bit apprehensive that it needed to happen, but also, I appreciate how much he is investing in this. It’s his home and sanctuary, and yet he is prepared to let people have keys to that. Not sure I’d be comfortable doing that with strangers.

But the moment the door opens and the smell of food hits me, my stomach is growling, and I forget about the dramas that exist outside this apartment.

“Hello,” I call out, but no reply comes. Assuming he is in his office, I tentatively walk that way, knowing that’s one of the things I need to talk to him about. I never want to encroach on his privacy.

His office is empty, so I continue down the hall. The door to his gym is open, and I can hear the sound of water running in what must be a shower in the attached bathroom. The gym smells of man sweat, and my mind starts running on overload at the visions of him working out in here, and then of him standing naked behind that door with water running down his body.

Spinning on my heel. I’m almost running to my bedroom to calm my lady bits down while I think of anything else other than those mental images that are heating me up.