Page 84 of A Midnight Romance
“I think she should stay with us until this is all over.”
I briefed Sebastian the other day about my conversation with Andrew, but I left out the idea of Stevie staying with us.
“Who?”
“Lux’s sister.”
“River, this is our home—not a hotel,” he says, cocking a brow. “We can’t keep inviting strangers to stay here.”
“They’re not strangers. She’s Lux’s family. We can’t risk something happening to her.”
He may not like the idea, but he knows I’m right. It’s a tough situation, and I understand his reluctance to let people in, but it’s safer for her to be here.
“Fine,” he huffs out. “But don’t make me keep her company. I can’t stand her.”
My brows furrow. “Why?”
“She wouldn’t shut up about the mortuary during breakfast.”
Sebastian and I round the corner to the gym. “And?”
“I don’t want to have to listen to her ramble about her mortician job all day.” He waves at Sensei Clark who’s sitting at his desk in the corner of the gym filling out our tracking sheets.
“And we think our nightly activities are morbid? Their dad’s a homicide lieutenant, your not-so-innocent Lux writes about crime and turned into a murderer, while her sister—who looks like she just stepped out of a 2000s Abercrombie & Fitch catalog—is a fucking mortician.”
Sebastian keeps talking about Stevie, and I find it interesting but decide not to give him a hard time about it since she’ll be staying here.
“They’re definitely not an average family, are they?”
“No shit,” he says.
While talking about the possibility of both Lux and her sister staying here, a sudden bolt of panic shoots up my spine. Lux might want to show her sister around and wander into…
Did I remember to lock my office door?
Fuck.The cameras.
As much as I’ve told Lux, I haven’t told hereverything.
“I’ll be right back, Sensei Clark. I forgot something.”
“You only have a thirty-minute session today, River,” he shouts.
I hurry out the door, leaving him and Sebastian in the dust as I yell over my shoulder, “You’ll still get paid.”
I’m too far away to hear his reply, as I’m in a full run from one end of the house to the other. Approaching the North Wing where my office is, I see the door ajar.
I push the wooden door to take a quick glance around my space, when my eyes land on Lux standing in front of the screen wall with her arms folded at her chest.
Fuck.Fuck!
“Lux?” I close the door behind me.
Her head whips to the side, two flared eyes meeting mine. “Is that my townhouse?”
My heart drums against my ribcage. I had plans to tell her about the twenty-four-hour surveillance I’ve had on her since the night we first met, but I haven’t found the right time.
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
