Page 21 of Heartbeats & Highways

I stepped into the apartment and my mouth dropped open. I hastily covered it as I took in the beautiful space. Large windows, an open floor plan with an electric fireplace in the living room.

“Well?” Savage asked.

Tears clouded my vision. “It’s perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s . . .” I could breathe here, but I didn’t want to tell him that. “Logan is talented.”

“Yeah, she is.” He was staring at me, and I pretended not to notice.

“The bathroom?”

“Back there.” He gestured to the area behind a half-wall divide. “Along with the bedroom.”

I took a few tentative steps deeper into the apartment. I wanted to glide my fingertips across the counter. I wanted to open every cabinet and cupboard and revel in the fact that I had a furnished, clean and safe place to live.

“How long can I stay?” I asked.

“As long as you need.”

I turned my head so he wouldn’t see me getting emotional.

“The fridge is stocked.”

“It is?”

He nodded. “Had a prospect get you the basics already.”

“But how? When?”

“Last night.”

“Last night?”

“You were in the shower.” He shrugged. “I wanted to get it sorted for you.”

“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“Just saythank you, Savage.”

I glared at him. “Don’t bulldoze me.”

“Not trying to,” he insisted. “It wasn’t any trouble. I could help, so I helped. Don’t make this a thing, okay?”

I took a deep breath and reluctantly nodded.

“I’m waiting.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thank you.”

He grinned. “What was that?”

“Thank you, Savage,” I said, boldly meeting his gaze.

He stalked toward me. “Phone.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

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