I can’t help grinning when he turns his rich charcoal eyes on me. “You just helped me figure out what is wrong with my patient.”
“I did?” Nico looks confused as hell, but I’m soaring with relief. The elevator dings, and the doors open.
“Yep, thanks, Nicolas.” I don’t bother getting off the elevator and immediately push the button for the basement.
“Where the hell are you going? It’s late.” Something an awful lot like concern for me flashes across his face.
His concern settles over me like a warm blanket, but I push the feeling away and roll my eyes at him instead. “Back to work, where I’m going to go save a nine-year-old. Or at least I hope I can.”
Nico nods in understanding. He steps out of the elevator and turns to face me. As the doors close, he gives me a crooked smile, like it pains him to do so, and says, “I know you will.”
My ribs squeeze at the confidence laced in his parting words. Like he has faith in me to save a child’s life. To do anything I set my mind to. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in Nico’s tone.
It’s a dangerous and new feeling for me. In all the time I was with Bradley, not once did he make me feel competent, let alone like a hero.
Four simple words from Nico, and I feel like I can conquer anything.
This is so not good.
In fact, it’s bad.
Really, really bad.
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It’sbeentwoweekssince I’ve seen my fire-starting neighbor, and time has done fuck all to get her and her hostile little attitude out of my head.
Before Savannah, if any other woman had snapped at me the way she did, I would have bitten their heads off. Straight chewed them up and spit them out.
I don’t fuck with people who talk back to me.
But Savannah? Fuck if I know why, but my body responds to her like a moth to a flame. I like her smart little mouth. Calling me baseball boy? Telling me off for raising my voice at her?
Fucking hot.
Savannah is fucking hot.
I’ve also stopped fighting the way the curves of her body, the smoky rasp of her voice, and the fire in her amber eyes inundate the thoughts in my damn brain.
I don’t understand how or why, but Savannah has me hooked.
She’s fucking haunting me. I tried putting her out of my mind. I even hit up the clubs with the guys, intending to find a woman to fuck, but I couldn’t. None of them were Savannah. My dick remained soft at every woman who threw herself at me.
Even the guys noticed my lack of interest and gave me hell for it. Especially Reed. That fucker threw every woman that walked by at me.
Nothing. Not a single dick twitch.
That’s not usual for me. I’m always ready to go. Especially after a big win. It’s unlike me to be stuck on a woman I barely know.
I’ve been dying to call Talia and find out every little piece of information she could give me about my new neighbor. I haven’t. Somehow, it feels like cheating if the information isn’t coming off Savannah’s sharp tongue.
My driver pulls up to the waiting underground elevator, and I grin to myself. The first time I saw her stabbing the button angrily like a feisty little kitten, I was giddy. I couldn’t believe it. It was her. The woman from the hospital.
Fucking fate.
Savannah took one look at me, and she already had her mind made up. I saw those impenetrable shields raise, even though we’d never formally met. It’s okay, though. I know I have a reputation.
