“I’ll have Rome escort you both to Cam’s place,” Vander said. “We’ll be adding extra security. For now, get her safe and rest.”
Chapter Ten
Saskia lay back in the big tub, enjoying the warm water.
She loved a bath. It always seemed to make the stress melt away, and her muscles relax. At least, for a little while.
When they’d reached Cam’s apartment, escorted by Rome, Cam had hustled her into the bathroom with strict instructions—a.k.a. bossy orders—to take a bath and relax.
She took that to mean he and Rome wanted to strategize on security.
She lazily moved her hand through the bubbles. She was still shocked that she’d found bubble bath in Cam’s home. She was certain badasses weren’t allowed to own anything that formed floral-scented bubbles.
Thoughts of Mikhailov tried to intrude and she ruthlessly shoved them back.
No. No nasty, rapist assholes allowed. The bubbles had a magic effect and could block all badness… At least until the water cooled.
She did let her thoughts turn to Camden.
Tingles erupted in her belly. She still wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. Did he really want to be with her, or did he just feel obligated?
Argh. She closed her eyes and splashed water on her face. Some of her hair had escaped the messy bun she’d tied it in, and she tucked it back up.
The man left her a confused mass of about a thousand emotions. Topping the lot was desire.
Hot, needy desire.
That possessive kiss at Norcross… Between her legs, all her girly parts clenched. Suddenly, her cell phone rang, jolting her enough to spill water out of the tub.
Vander had given her a brand-new cell phone, and somehow it had her old number, and all her info installed. The man could clearly perform miracles.
“Hello?”
“Oh, Saskia. I wanted to check in.” The voice held a sweet, Southern drawl.
“Addie.” Saskia sat up. “How are you? You made it back to New York okay?”
“I did. I’m good. A little jumpy, but a nice man called Bram, with the sexiest Irish accent, picked me up from the airport.”
Bram “Excalibur” O’Donovan was one of Killian’s Sentinel Security team.
“That’s great. Bram is a great guy.”
“He got me home. Checked out my apartment. I won’t lie, I was nervous to be alone, but I have a really big baseball bat. And I wasn’t too bad using a bat on the baseball field when I was at school. And that sexy Bram gave me a number for your brother’s office. In case I need help.”
Saskia’s hand tightened on the phone. “I’m so sorry you got caught up in this, Addie.”
“It’s not your fault. Gosh, I’m going to lay all the blame on that no-good Mikhailov.”
Saskia smiled. Addie sounded sweet, even when she was mad.
“Are you all right?” Addie asked.
Saskia wanted to spill everything out about Mikhailov still being after her, but she kept it to herself. Addie had been through enough.
“I’m fine. Just taking some time here in San Francisco.”
“With that mighty fine man of yours.”
“I’m not sure he’s mine…”
“He brought in the cavalry to save you. And held you like you’re his.”
“Mmm.”
Addie laughed. “Enjoy yourself, Saskia. We’ve earned it.”
“I will.” After Mikhailov was caught.
“Oh, one more thing. I had a message from Davison James, the director of that new show, On the Street, that’s coming to Broadway. Everybody is talking about it.” Addie sounded breathless. “Do you know anything about that?”
“He’s a friend, and he’s looking for dancers.”
“Saskia—”
She heard Addie’s tone, and quickly interrupted her. “It’s not a favor. I just messaged him your details. You’ll have to audition, like everybody else, and you’ll have to be good to get a part. That’s all up to you.”
“Thank you,” Addie murmured.
“You’re welcome. Take care of yourself, Addie. I’ll be in touch when I’m back in New York.”
“That’s great. You take care, too.”
Once the bath water cooled, Saskia climbed out and dug through the shopping bags. She found leggings and a silky, gray sweater that slipped down over one shoulder. She left her hair in a messy bun.
Cam was standing at the kitchen island, one hand on his hip. He’d discarded his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
Hot. The man was all kinds of hot. Every single hormone she had snapped to attention.
He turned his head. “Feel better?”
She nodded. Nerves and excitement took wing in her belly. It was just the two of them. Alone.
His eyes traced across her bare shoulder, heat igniting in their depths. It matched the fire circling in her belly.
“I was going to order some dinner,” he said.
Saskia licked her lips. She wanted to bite that firm jaw, and get her hands all over that ripped body.
“I’m hungry,” she murmured. “Really, really hungry.”
His eyes flashed. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“No, I faced down trouble, and I’m really, really happy I’m alive. So, I want to do something I’ve wanted for months now.”
He growled and took a step toward her… Just as his phone rang.
No. Saskia pressed a closed fist to her chest.
He looked like he wanted to curse, and instead, snatched up the phone. “What?” A pause, then a sigh. “Fine. See you in a minute.” He set the phone on the counter with a smack. “My damn brothers.”
“They’re here, I take it?” The one time she wasn’t so happy Cam had such a tight-knit family.
“And Savannah and Siv. They all want to check on you.”
Saskia blew out a breath. “I’ll probably be grateful. Later.”
He cupped her jaw, then dropped a quick, hard, close-mouthed kiss on her lips.
She wrinkled her nose. “Or not.”
“Cute.” He stroked her jaw, just as there was a knock at the front door.
Cam opened the door, and his brothers and their women spilled in.
“We brought Chinese.” Siv held up a large paper bag.
Savannah headed straight for Saskia. She threw her arms around her, and Saskia squeezed her best friend, then looked down at the blue cast on Savannah’s left wrist.
“Oh, Savannah. How will you paint or sculpt?”
“This won’t stop me,” her friend said, fiercely. “It’s a small fracture. Practically nothing.”
Hunt, standing behind her, made a small, male sound of disagreement.
“I’m so, so sorry you got hurt,” Saskia said.
“This is not your fault. You have nothing to apologize for. Now, Siv brought food, and I brought all the makings for cocktails.”
Hunt held up two shopping bags.
“And Cam asked me to take a look at your knee,” Ryder said.
“It’s fine,” Saskia said. “It’s an old dance injury and I’ve aggravated it before.”
The medic just smiled. “Then it won’t take me long. All part of the Morgan service.”