Then he hauled me up.
I let out a startled yelp and grabbed the edge of the hole. I couldn’t believe he could lift me like that. I was tall. Sure, I was slim and lean, and my curves would never be described as generous, even though I’d desperately wished for boobs and hips when I was growing up, but I wasn’t light.
Then I was on top of the elevator car beside him in the darkened elevator shaft.
My heart beat like crazy.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
“Getting you out so you can get your kid.” His face was in shadow, but I knew he was looking at me. “You with me?”
“I’m with you,” I whispered.
When was the last time anyone had gone so far out of their way to help me?
I had good friends, and they helped when they could, but I tried not to lean too hard on them. Tried not to take advantage of them. They had their own lives.
Apart from my brother, no one had ever been there for me. No one had ever been my shelter in the storm. Been my rock when I needed one.
Caden rose fluidly. My gaze drifted down his body, then snagged on his thighs. The guy filled out a suit so well.
Then he reached up and I saw the closed doors that led onto one of the floors. I watched as he gripped them and strained, pushing them apart slowly.
Oh God, mini orgasm.
“Let’s move.” He gripped my waist, and again like I weighed nothing, lifted me out.
My heart gave a flutter as I crawled out of the elevator shaft. My heart never fluttered. I wasn’t the flutter kind of girl.
He leaped out behind me.
“Go. I already texted Enzo, and one of his guys is bringing your car around to the front.”
That shook me out of my stupor, and I looked at my watch. “I can still make it.” I spun and took two steps toward the stairs.
Then I turned back and saw Caden watching me with those black-ice eyes.
“Thanks, Broody. I owe you.”
Then I raced off, heading for the stairs.
I needed to get to my kid. I definitely didn’t need to be fangirling over Caden Castro and his James Bond maneuvers.
“So did you have a good day?”I unlocked the front door of the condo and followed Ollie inside.
I’d made it to school to pick him up in time…just. He hadn’t been the last kid there, so I was counting that as a win.
“Yeah.” He paused, swinging his backpack off his shoulders. “I played with Austin.”
“He’s a friend?”
Ollie shrugged, then gave a tiny nod.
Yes. A friend. This was good. I felt a giddy sense of relief way out of proportion to this news, but I was going to ride it.
“All right. You go and play while I’m cooking dinner.”
He eyed me skeptically. “Tacos?”
