“Go see for yourself.”
Head cocked, I crossed the lobby and pushed through my office door.
A smile spread over my face.
Hammer in one hand, security cam in the other, Phoenix stood tall on a ladder with a pair of nails between his teeth. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned around the nails.
I grinned back. “What do you think you’re doing, Mister? I didn’t approve?—”
The whirl of the drill cut me off.
He pulled the nails from his teeth and slid them into his pocket. “I’m installing a security system.”
“A camera in myoffice?”
He climbed down the ladder. “That’s right.”
“Hang on a second, Hot Rod. Where does the feed go?”
He ignored me, assessing his work.
“Excuseme?”
“The feed goes to a very prestigious local security company.”
I set my purse on a folding chair and crossed the room. “Would that company happen to be Steele Shadows Security?”
He looked over his shoulder and winked. “Only the best for Rose Flower.”
“So you’re going to spy on me all day?”
“Spy?” He turned, winked. “Depends on what you’re wearing.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him.
“Pervert.”
“Damn straight.” His lip curved as he searched my face, his gaze landing on my lips. His hands slid up the back of my shirt.
“Not here. Not now.” I giggled like a schoolgirl. “Zoey and Cam are in the other room.”
“Oh, come on. Let’s see how quiet we can be.”
“Phoenix.”
His hands dropped to my butt, squeezed.
I felt a blush sneak up my cheeks as warmth spread between my legs. It was an unavoidable side-effect to being in close proximity to Phoenix Steele, I’d learned.
But there was more to that man now.
A lot more.
Gone was the unsteady gait and the fog that used to cloud his eyes. His hand no longer trembled when reaching for tools or tying knots. His balance, his strength—hell, even his reflexes—were back with a vengeance. The man wasrebuilding fences at a speed that outpaced his own damn team. His speech was sharper. His memory, clearer. He was sharper, stronger, and steadier than I’d ever seen him. Not just physically, but emotionally too.
The man in front of me had healed.
And he was still healing, a little more every day. But he was winning. And he knew it.
I pressed my body against his, grabbed his ass, and whispered, “Later.”
