“Okay.”
Caden slowly turned. His eyes tracked over every inch of me. The towel was huge, but I suddenly felt as if I were standing in front of him in nothing but lingerie. He took one step toward me. And then another.
I swallowed hard. He’d lost his suit jacket and had his sleeves rolled up, exposing those toned forearms.
“Are you okay?”
There was an edge to Caden’s voice that had my belly tightening.
“Honestly?”
“Always.”
“It feels like my life is falling apart,” I admitted.
Caden stepped closer, the heat of his body wrapping around me. He reached up, tucking a strand of hair that had escaped my bun behind my ear. “We’re going to fix it.”
“I don’t know if the house is fixable. It doesn’t feel like my safe place anymore.”
He frowned, his hand dipping to my neck and resting there. “Then we’ll build you a new safe haven. A new home.”
I scoffed. “The billionairewouldsay that.”
Caden shrugged. “It has its perks sometimes.” The gold in his eyes flared brighter. “Things are replaceable.Youaren’t.”
His head dipped. He pressed a kiss to my temple. Then a kiss below my ear. My breath hitched. A kiss to the corner of my mouth.
The gold in his eyes was on fire when he pulled back. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”
My lungs constricted. I couldn’t inhale.
And then Caden was simply gone. There one second and vanished the next.
What the hell had just happened?
21
CADEN
My fists slammedinto the heavy bag over and over again as sweat trailed down my torso. Usually, this release would be enough, but it wasn’t even coming close this morning. I threw a hook, followed by an uppercut, sending the bag swinging back and making the chain rattle.
“What demons are you exorcising?”
I whirled at the sound of Nash’s voice. “How’d you get in here?”
He rolled his eyes. “You gave me an extra key and the code, remember?”
“Regretting that right about now,” I mumbled.
He snorted. “You look like shit.”
“You don’t look so great either.”
“My sister’s house burned to a crisp last night. What do you expect?”
I grunted in response, my hands tightening in the boxing gloves.
“How about sparring with something that hits back?” Nash challenged.
