“I am. For the rest of my life.”
Chance’s blond eyebrows rose. “Bastian Thorne is off the market. The ladies of Las Vegas will be in mourning.”
I shot him a dry look and handed him a file. “Don’t piss me off.”
He held up a hand. “Yes, boss. I’ll see you at our next meeting.” He sauntered away.
The closest elevator chimed and the doors opened. Lark stepped out, Nash at her side. Both of them were in deep conversation.
I instantly felt lighter. At times, she was still skittish. I knew it would take some time for her to get used to settling in one place. And to loving and being loved.
She hadn’t told me with words that she loved me.Yet.
But she showed me with actions. Especially in our bed at night.
We discovered that we liked to cook together. Although, we usually ended up making love somewhere in the kitchen. I smiled. She’d also been helping out with casino security this week. Nash had told me that she had a knack for finding gaps in the security system. No surprise there.
The pair walked toward me. I liked seeing my woman and my friend getting along. I think both of them were surprised that they worked so well together.
“Hello,” I drawled.
Lark spotted me and a smile broke out on her face.
I closed the distance between us and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her until her eyes closed.
“Hi,” she said.
“How’s work?”
“I’m helping Nash with security in the east wing.”
Nash inclined his head. “Her advice has been incredibly helpful.”
“Good. You’re earning your salary, then.”
She laughed. “I’m not an employee. I don’t get a salary.”
“You do now.” I’d signed off on the paperwork that morning. “You’re our newest security consultant. Your payments will go into your bank account monthly. I’ll let you work out hours with Nash.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Bastian…”
“Are you enjoying the work?”
She frowned. “Yes, but?—”
“Nash said your help is invaluable. So we’ll pay for it.” I shrugged. “If you want to do something else, or any side jobs, that’s entirely up to you.”
She huffed. “When you get bossy and arrogant like this, I don’t know whether to hit you, or…” She blushed and glanced at Nash.
I fiddled with her hair. “I’d go with option two.”
With a laugh, she smacked my hand away.
“Mr. Thorne?” a voice asked hesitantly.
We all turned. A uniformed front desk employee stood there, wringing her hands.
“Yes, Jenny?”
