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With a final nod to Saint, Sebastian leaves, the door closing behind him with a soft click. I turn to find Saint with my phone in his hand.
I cross my arms. “Are you changing my security password again?”
“No, I’m adding myself to the new system.” Saint pulls out his phone to download the app.
I return to the couch, curling my legs beneath me. “Just be aware that you check those cameras at your own risk.”
He snorts. “Like I haven’t seen your everything already.”
“Stay out when Sebastian’s over. You haven’t seenoureverything.”
Saint tosses my phone onto the cushion next to me. “So, that face…”
I scowl at him. “Mock him, and you can leave.”
He holds up his hands. “I wasn’t going to. But I understand now why he was so hesitant to show it to you. You’rehot. Way out of his league.”
He wouldn’t say that if I told him who Sebastian is, but I’m not willing to share the information with Saint until Sebastian opens up about his family to me first.
Saint reaches for a cheese danish. “Car accident?”
“When he was sixteen.”
Saint chews thoughtfully. “So you really like this guy, huh?”
The question hangs between us, weighted with all our shared history and Saint’s fierce protectiveness.
“More than like,” I admit. “And before you start lecturing me about moving too fast or being naïve?—”
“I wasn’t going to.” Saint interrupts, surprising me. “You’re not stupid, Micah. You never have been. If you trust him, you have a reason.”
Relief floods through me. “Thank you.”
“But,” he holds up a finger, “if I find out he’s subscribing to other cam boys on the side?—”
“He’s not.” I cut him off. “I checked when I looked into him.”
Saint’s eyebrows shoot up. “You did your homework? The real kind, not just googling his name?”
“Full background check. His company, his family connections, everything.” I shrug at his surprised expression. “What? You think I’d let a complete stranger into my life without vetting him first?”
A slow smile spreads across Saint’s face. “That’s my boy.” He gestures around at the cameras. “The security setup is impressive. Professional grade.”
“He knows what he’s doing.”
“Clearly.” Saint stretches his legs out. “So when are you going to tell me who he really is? Because ‘security consultant’ is vague as hell.”
I pick at a loose thread on my sleeve. “Soon. But I want to keep him to myself for now.”
“Fair enough.” Saint reaches for the TV remote and tosses it to me. “Your pick. I’m staying over tonight.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Yes, I do.” He kicks off his boots. “Fancy cameras or not, I’m not leaving you alone until this guy is caught.”
The declaration warms me from the inside out. We might fight, we might disagree on my choices, butSaint has never once abandoned me when I needed him.
“Thanks for coming over.” I fidget with the hem of my shirt. “I’ve missed you.”
