Well, shit.
“Okay.” I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. “I’ll run and grab it.”
“Stone, it’s the middle of the night. Do you really want to do this now?”
“Yes.”
Well, not really. I’d prefer being wrapped up in bed with Sinclair, but it needed to be done.
I hurried into the bathroom and cleaned up, bring back a clean, wet washcloth. I carefully wiped Sinclair down before tossing the washcloth back toward the bathroom.
“Throw on some pajamas, Sin.” I grabbed my jeans and pulled them up my legs.
“I have to get dressed?” Sinclair sounded like I just told him he was going to have a root canal.
“Please, baby?”
“Fiinne.” Sinclair reached for his pajama bottoms, wiggled around, and then started pulling them up his legs.
“I’ll be right back.”
I walked at a fast clip out of the bedroom and down the hallway. I was glad Sinclair had been given a room on the first floor. I didn’t want to have to run up and down the stairs. There was an elevator for Sinclair, but it was at the other end of the hallway from his office.
I slowed when I reached Sinclair’s office. The door was open. It shouldn’t have been. Sinclair didn’t like leaving it open so I remember purposely closing the door when I left the office earlier in the evening.
When I stepped into the doorway, I stared at the man sitting behind Sinclair’s desk, looking at his laptop. “What are you doing?”
Chapter Eleven
Sinclair
I stuffed another pillow behind my back to help keep me propped up, and then I huffed as I glanced at the clock on the wall. Just how long did it take to go grab my laptop? Stone had been gone for nearly ten minutes.
Maybe he couldn’t find it.
I scooted to the edge of the bed and then leaned out and reached for my chair. It took just a moment to move myself into it. I’d been doing it for years. Getting out of the bedroom was just as easy. My room was specifically set up for me. There was even a pad by the door that when pushed, opened the door automatically.
Once out in the hallway, I started wheeling myself toward my office. I knew it was the middle of the night, but I didn’t like how dark it was inside the mansion. There were a few lights down the long corridor, but they didn’t give off enough light to see properly.
About halfway there, I saw someone step out of my office. At first, I thought it was Stone, but then I realized it couldn’t be him. Whoever it was wasn’t tall enough.
Or buff enough.
Or sexy enough.
I frowned when the man turned toward me and his face flashed in the low light. “Conrad?”
The man jerked. “Sir?”
“What are you doing in my office?”
Conrad moved toward me as he spoke. “The door was open, sir. I was checking to see who was in there and if they might need something.”
Plausible, but a chill still worked its way up my spine.
Why? What was unsettling me?
The butler? Conrad had always been loyal, dedicated to the panther shifter estate and whoever was in charge. But maybe that loyalty didn’t extend to hyena shifters.
