CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Once he finished up with Mauri, Dax anticipated going home. As he pulled on his helmet and kicked away the motorcycle stand, he glanced up and there she was in the window. Ivy. Right there. Almost within reach.
It was too tempting an opportunity to pass up.
Setting the bike back on its stand, he shoved the helmet over one of the handlebars and stalked back up the stairs, determined the conversation wouldn’t last long.
He wasn’t allowed to touch her anymore. That didn’t mean he couldn’t grab the bag of things cast aside by Bruno from the beach house and stop by her room on the way out.
Having grown up in the house, it was familiar. Her room was in the staff section. In a quiet, not heavily trafficked area. No one guarded the bedroom. No one had to. The Stark mansion
