She lets go of my hand and drifts into the kitchen, studying everything like she’s trying to figure me out through the furniture.
It’s grand for a cabin. All clean lines and minimalist style.
“So this is where the beast sleeps, huh?” she asks.
“Yep. My home, I suppose.”
She shakes her head and saunters back to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Was your home. Remember?”
I swallow hard.
“Let’s hope.”
I’m done with this place.
“So where next? That big white house—Finn’s?”
“Nope. It’s owned by all three of us.”
That’s all I give her.
I want her to make her own judgments. Ask her own questions.
Accept my past so we can move forward.
Because that’s what Inferno is to me.
My future is right here in my arms, wherever she wants to drag me.
Chapter 105
HALLIE
“Remember, this was the man before I met you,” Conan says quietly.
“Okay.”
I’m kind of terrified as the doors swing open and two smiling, barely clothed women greet us.
“Welcome, Mr. Quinn,” the blonde purrs.
I dig my nails into his hand, fighting the urge to bolt.
He nods once, like this is all normal, and nearly drags me through the grand reception area.
I yank him to a halt.
“Conan Quinn. Is this a strip club?” I hiss, my voice sharp with disbelief as I take in the glossy floors and all the polished doors.
It’s so fancy. So deceptive.
“Worse.”
“Jesus Christ.”
I press my lips together and force myself to look around.