White Knight by Nicole Flockton & Abigail Owen

Author:Nicole Flockton & Abigail Owen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Published: 2017-12-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“Wait here,” Derek commanded Sasha. “You, too, Waine.” He held up his hand. “No argument. I’m not leaving her out here alone while I check out the apartment to make sure it’s safe.”

Waine bristled, and his fists clenched. “I can assure you this penthouse is safe.”

Derek shrugged. “Don’t care. A month ago, I may have believed you. Now with magically disappearing stones, Sasha is not entering until I know for sure there’s no one lurking in any corners.”

The two men stared each other down. After a long moment, Waine nodded.

“Key, please?” Derek held out a hand and waited as Waine fished it out of his pocket. Derek closed his fingers over it, but Waine appeared reluctant to relinquish it.

“Is there a problem? Because I haven’t changed my mind in the last five seconds. If you’re not prepared to stay out here while I check out this penthouse properly, I’ll take Sasha back to my house. At least there I know she’ll be safe and protected.”

Derek stood his ground, tempted to send a charge of electricity through the metal. Finally, Waine let go.

“You know, you remind me of someone,” Waine said as Derek inserted it in the lock. “A man I knew a long time ago. He was as stubborn and hardheaded as you.”

The mechanism clicked. Glancing over his shoulder, Derek said, “I would’ve liked to meet him.”

He entered the apartment and closed the door. It would be sensible to turn the lights on and momentarily blind anyone in the flat. However, such an action would also rob Derek of his ability to see. He kept his back to the door and let his eyes adjust to the dimness, the only source of light coming from the crescent moon shining through the window. He concentrated on controlling his breathing, centering himself.

With his eyes adjusted, he took in the space around him. The penthouse opened up into a wide room furnished with a large sectional couch and, judging by the dark shadow, a long coffee table and end tables as well.

He moved quickly and quietly through the flat, opening doors and surveying each room, taking the time to check any nooks or crevices where a person could hide. The penthouse—two bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room, and two bathrooms—wasn’t huge, so it didn’t take him more than five minutes to complete his surveillance. For tonight, he and Sasha would be comfortable.

“All clear,” he declared as he opened the door.

Waine smirked. “Told you it was safe.”

“Boys, I’m too tired to mediate a pissing contest between the two of you.”

Immediately, Derek was at Sasha’s side, sliding an arm around her waist. Her body softened against him. His body responded by hardening against the zipper of his trousers.

Down boy. Not the time.

The way she allowed him to lead her inside without argument indicated how tired she was. His spitfire would’ve objected, would have stated categorically that she could walk on her own two feet. He settled her on the couch and turned his attention back to Waine, who had followed them in.

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