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“Okay,” I whisper. He pulls me back into his arms and holds me close to his chest. There’s no other place I’d rather be in the moment.

The door guard came back and Nico eventually called the police. The same two cops from the hospital showed up to take the unconscious gunman away. After they left, Nico carried me to his car and placed me in the passenger seat. He promised to have my car brought to me before speeding away from the condo and heading toward what will be my home until all this mess is over.

Hopefully, this Saint guy will be caught soon, and my life can go back to normal.

CHAPTER 10

New Norm

Tiffany

N

ico: I’m cooking tonight.

I smile so hard my cheeks hurt. Three months have passed since that night in the condo. The police are still no closer to catching Saint. Every time I think his craziness has died down or moved on, I get a reminder he’s still out there.

Shortly after the break in at the condo, I was driving home from work with my bodyguard following me, when a car tried to run me off the road. Thank God my bodyguard was there. My car was damaged, and while at the shop it was stolen. The police found it five days later, shot up to all hell and on fire. I was devastated. Since then, Nico bought me a brand-new black Mercedes Benz G wagon and now I’m chauffeured everywhere I go.

Two weeks ago, a bouquet of black roses was delivered to my job. The card attached said; you still owe a debt. It was simply signed, S. After that, Nico got even more protective. He checks in every thirty minutes either with me or my personal bodyguard that never leaves my side.

I can’t complain because the man is a godsend. The only minor issue I might have, is there has been no repeats of the kiss from that night.

Admittedly, I don’t blame him. I kind of panicked after that kiss and started to feel completely guilty. I know he saw it on my face. However, my body won’t stop craving his lips on mine.

Me: Should I be worried?

Nico: LOL! Despite what you think, I can cook.

I asked him to watch my roux for me last week while I ran to the bathroom. I came out to a smoked-out kitchen and an inedible sauce.

Me: I guess I’ll give you a second chance. You do owe me a meal since your Lakers lost to my Knicks.

Nico: By one point and the refs helped you win.

I can’t help the smile that steals across my face.

“Look at you blush.” I look up at the sound of Mira’s voice. Turning, I place my phone down on the counter and finish fixing the coffee I started when I first came into the break room. “Let me guess, you’re talking to your sexy billionaire?”

Placing my back against the coffee bar, I turn to look at my best friend, as I take a sip of my coffee. “First of all, he’s not my anything. We’re just friends.”

Mira tosses her locs over her shoulders. “Friends my ass. That man got you staying in his house, bought you a car, and practically have you guarded like you’re the damn president.” She points to my guard Jake standing by the door.

I roll my eyes playfully at her instead of replying. She knows why Nico has done all that he’s done for me. When I first told Mira my devastating news, she felt sorry for me and volunteered to go whoop Marcus’ ass.

Before I can say anything else, Russ walks in the breakroom. He glances at Mira and then me. However, his eyes seem to stay on me a little longer.

“Morning, ladies.” He walks over to the fridge and opens it up taking out a bottle with green juice in it.

“Morning, Russ,” Mira and I say at the same time.

“So, Mira, how’s the Peterson’s project going?” I ask, changing the subject.

She grimaces. “Horrible. Tess is really fucking this up. She forgot to check to make sure the tile the homeowners wanted was in stock. Turns out, it’s on back order and not expected to be available for another seven months if she’s lucky. Plus, they are ten times more expensive than she first presented to the homeowners.”

I hiss. Every designer knows you need to check and double check that not only the material you want is available as soon as possible, but for the cost as well.

“Did she present the clients with an alternative they’d like?” I ask.

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