Page 26 of Assassin

She let him talk.

He seemed…nervous.

Only, she wasn’t sure why. They’d had sex, really wild, crazy, hot sex, and they’d left little to the imagination, but here he was, getting twitchy.

“I hope it’s okay for you,” he said. “It’s a bachelor pad.”

She understood now.

He wasn’t sure she’d like it. Well, she had news for him. If his ass was naked in it, call her content, and let her at the sexy man.

Her knight in white armor couldn’t disappoint her. He was her world now.

She tried to calm him down.

“Will you be in it?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Then, that’s all that matters to me. Let me see your world, Remington. I’m not going to judge you by the place you use to sleep.”

Already, she suspected it was going to be rough.

Only, when she was escorted through the doorway, she was shocked at what she saw. It was a loft like apartment, open, airy. The place was absolutely gorgeous. It was masculine, and the furniture was in dark leathers, with all of the things that men tended to favor.

Oh, and it was full of art.

Violent art.

Along the walls, there were giant canvases covered with paint.

There were splashes of red.

Slashes of black.

Now, this was exactly the kind of thing she expected with the rage he’d kept locked away after his wife’s and child’s deaths.

As she let go of his hand, he watched her, and his heart was racing in his chest.

No one had ever seen his place, and no one certainly had seen the artwork that he used to fix his broken soul. This was a part of him that he kept to himself, and trusting her with it…

That told him everything.

She was the one.

Calyx Waters was meant to be his woman.

As she touched a canvas, it was her calm, collected voice that brought him calm.

“That’s something spectacular,” she admitted. “I love the colors.”

His heart was still pounding as he tried to rationalize his secret half.

“It helps me stay in control. It’s the only thing before you that gave me an iota of peace.”

She walked around, and it was a normal apartment—on the inside. When she looked through his art, he felt stripped bare.

“Do you still feel like this inside?” she asked. “Is this still the storm that rages?”

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