ELEVEN
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Going down the back stairs of CI after work, she emerged into a service alley and from there ran out to the street. Grabbing a cab, she was dropped off at the beach and walked along to the private gate where she knew her jeep would be parked, ready to take her to the house. It had been Art’s way of zipping around the grounds and now it was hers.
At the house, she expected to see Brodie in the kitchen but found him in their bathroom instead, wearing only a towel around his hips and sporting a bruise on his jaw that made her inhale. That wasn’t the only thing that took her aback. He’d trimmed his stubble and his hair was clipped in a buzz cut that made him look way more dangerous than he had before and she didn’t think that was achievable.
Trying not to come off
