Egan smiled at Raven, holding out his hand and introducing himself. Raven smiled at him, and he grinned at me with a wink.
He whistled softly. “Frumos.”
Raven looked confused, and I shook my head. “He said he’s tired and is leaving.”
Egan threw back his head in laughter, clapped me on the shoulder, and headed to the elevator. “I’m around if you need me. I only have one building to blow up this week.”
Raven gaped at me. “He blows up buildings?”
“He works for a company that implodes buildings. They call him in when needed. He also works at Elite on occasion.”
“Ah. That must be cool.”
I tugged her toward the elevator. “Working with me, you mean?”
“Um, sure, but mostly, blowing up a building. I’ve seen those shows.”
“If you get him started, he’ll talk your ear off for hours. Show you videos.”
We stepped into the elevator, and she pursed her lips. “Hearing him talk in that accent wouldn’t be a hard thing.”
I scowled at her, and she giggled. I liked hearing that sound.
“Keep it up, and you’ll sleep in the bathtub,” I threatened.
She shrugged. “I’ll roam the halls until I find Egan. I’m sure he’ll let me borrow his sofa.”
I crowded her into the corner. She peered up at me, mischievous and adorable.
“He’s in love with my cousin.”
She sighed heavily. “Oh well. Bathtub it is, I guess.”
I lowered my head, pressing my mouth to hers. “I can think of somewhere else far more comfortable, my lovely Ravenna Jade,” I murmured against her soft lips.
“Oh, okay,” she replied, her breath floating over my skin. “Whatever you think is best.”
“Good answer.”
Inside my place, she looked around with wide eyes, her gaze taking it all in. I hadn’t changed a lot since Marcus lived here, although the kitchen wasn’t used as much. I had painted the walls, brought in my own furniture, and turned his workout room into an office since we’d added a big workout area on the second floor where Hidden Justice used to be located and I didn’t require my own workout space.
“It’s so open,” she said. “I like it.”
“Yeah, it’s comfortable.”
She headed for the kitchen, running her hand along the gleaming counters and eyeing up the large stove. “I suddenly want to cook something.”
I laughed. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you can cook to your heart’s desire.”
“I have to work tomorrow.” She turned to me. “I’ll have to get an Uber to work or leave earlier and walk.”
I shook my head. “Neither. I’ll drive you to school and pick you up afterward.”
She frowned, but I didn’t let her speak. “Yes. That is exactly what is happening.”
“Where is Egan’s apartment?” she asked. “I don’t think he’s as bossy as you are.”
I glared at her, then before she could move, bent and flung her over my shoulder, snickering at her indignant gasp. I carried her down the hall, listening to her protests and demands to be set down. In the guest room, I threw her bag on the bed, swatted her butt playfully, then carefully lowered her to her feet, letting her slide down my torso slowly, feeling every inch of me.