I nod, but then I follow him anyway. He should remember I don’t take directions well.
He walks in and frowns.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I told you to wait in the hall,” he growls.
I arch a brow.
He chuckles. “Forgot how stubborn you are.”
After checking the bedroom, he walks back into the living room. “It’s not what I expected,” he admits.
“What? The damage?”
He glances around. “No, the apartment.”
“What did you expect?”
He shrugs. “Something bigger, more expensive.”
I know what he’s trying to say. I grew up in a large house—some might call it a mansion. He assumed I’d want to continue to live that lavish lifestyle.
“I guess you don’t really know me, then.”
“I don’t know about that,” he says. His eyes are slowly moving up my body. His perusal turns me on more than it should. When he finally meets my eyes, he gives me a wolfish grin. “I suspect I still know what’s important.”
There is no doubt in my mind his thoughts are sexual. And he’d be right. That man, even at eighteen, knew me and how to please me.
Sadly, Joseph didn’t even compare in that department; he only thought about himself. I realize that now. But Cody always put me first. Until he left.
I still.That’s why he left.In his crazy way of thinking, he was putting me first.
The realization that he wasn’t acting selfishly hits me hard. I knew he wasn’t selfish, so why had I let my mind go there? Before I can rehash my old thoughts, Cody snaps his fingers in front of me.
“What?”
He arches a brow. “Did you hear what I said?”
I shake my head.
“Someone went through your apartment. Any idea what they might be looking for?”
“Shit. Please, no.”
I rush to the bedroom and see my dresser drawers are all pulled out. “When I was married to Joseph, I used to keep some cash in my underwear drawer. I still do—well, I did. Looks like he found it. It was all I had left.”
Cody leans down and picks up a pair of lacy underwear. Staring at it, he asks, “You think this was Joseph?”
I grab the panties from his hand and shove them back into the pile. “Who else would it have been? He drained my bank account.”
He growls again, and while my life is falling apart, all I can think about is how sexy that sounds. “Let me help you pack up and we can talk about it.”
“Pack up? Why would I do that?”
He steps close to me. “Someone broke in and went through your apartment. We don’t know if it was Joseph, but I’m not willing to take the risk that whoever it was won’t come back. You can stay with me.”
“Stay with you?”
