bed.”
She planted her feet. “Wait, no, aren’t you coming to bed too? What’s an amaahan?”
He pulled a towel from the shelf and draped it around her, patting her dry before swathing it around her head. “It’s amant, and it means lover.” He kissed the tip of her nose and led her from the bathroom.
“Nice.” She took a step and grabbed his arm before falling forward.
He swept her up and stalked into the bedroom. Setting her on a corner of the mattress he tossed the thick duvet back and watched her sigh before swinging her legs up and crawling to the spot he created. Timur covered her as she snuggled down into the bed. Her eyes drifted shut then her lids popped open and her eyes widened. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”
“Soon. I have to take care of a few things first.” He tilted his head toward the ceiling, listening to his internal clock. “We have a few hours yet before sunrise.”
“Don’t be too long.” She laid her head down on the pillow and dozed off.
He walked to the mural of bookshelves painted on one wall and slid a drawer out. First things first, find Denton, and short of killing the man find out what the hell was really going on. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the person he’d once considered a friend had something to do with the ambush in the park. Then he needed to get in touch with Kirill, and finally, collect the clothing he and Ember had left lying on the roof. The last thing he needed was for her gun to be found by one of his tenants. He shoved his legs into sweat pants and rifled through his drawer for a shirt. Snatching one up, he pulled it over his head as he moved through the room, pressing another panel that gave him access to his closet.
Timur slipped his feet into tennis shoes and bent to pull them on. Nothing ever came easy for him. He should have known this damn trip wasn’t going to be any different. He grunted his frustration and Ember flipped over in the bed, facing him. Dialing back his annoyance, he tapped the light switch as he exited the room. Denton would tell him what the hell was going on or he would kill the fucker, dump the body, and put an ad in the paper for a new assistant. He punched the code into the elevator console and the doors opened whisper-soft. He picked up his cell phone off the catch-all table as he stomped into the cab. Maybe he’d make it to Salem tomorrow night.
Chapter Six
Timur sat on the ledge facing the alley at the back of his building watching Denton as he wiped down the car before he parked it in the garage. Now why would his once trusted employee have to clean the town car in the middle of the night? He tracked Denton’s movements as he dropped the rags into the trash and walked to the rear entrance. When his assistant turned his back, Timur stepped off the eave of the building. Gravity did the rest, and he dropped into the alleyway. Landing in a crouch, the creak of asphalt breaking rent the air. Denton swung around, his eyes widened when he caught sight of Timur.
Denton licked his lips. “Hey boss, where—ah—where did you come from?”
Timur shrugged and rose to his feet. “I was hanging around.” He prowled toward Denton. “I need to ask you a question and I sincerely hope you don’t lie to me because I will know it if you do.”
“Sure, yeah, what do you want to know?”
Timur marched up to the man, got in his face, and searched his eyes. “My woman and I were attacked earlier. Did you have anything to do with it?”
He watched as Denton swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. The evening wasn’t humid and yet a bead of sweat rolled down from his receding hairline and over his jaw. Timur stepped back and crossed his arms. Denton lifted his hands, palms facing forward, and moved away until his back hit the door with a thump .
Timur narrowed his eyes. “Why are you so nervous, Denton?”
Denton’s shoulders sagged. “What does it matter? You can put me out my misery or they can. I’m in
She planted her feet. “Wait, no, aren’t you coming to bed too? What’s an amaahan?”
He pulled a towel from the shelf and draped it around her, patting her dry before swathing it around her head. “It’s amant, and it means lover.” He kissed the tip of her nose and led her from the bathroom.
“Nice.” She took a step and grabbed his arm before falling forward.
He swept her up and stalked into the bedroom. Setting her on a corner of the mattress he tossed the thick duvet back and watched her sigh before swinging her legs up and crawling to the spot he created. Timur covered her as she snuggled down into the bed. Her eyes drifted shut then her lids popped open and her eyes widened. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”
“Soon. I have to take care of a few things first.” He tilted his head toward the ceiling, listening to his internal clock. “We have a few hours yet before sunrise.”
“Don’t be too long.” She laid her head down on the pillow and dozed off.
He walked to the mural of bookshelves painted on one wall and slid a drawer out. First things first, find Denton, and short of killing the man find out what the hell was really going on. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the person he’d once considered a friend had something to do with the ambush in the park. Then he needed to get in touch with Kirill, and finally, collect the clothing he and Ember had left lying on the roof. The last thing he needed was for her gun to be found by one of his tenants. He shoved his legs into sweat pants and rifled through his drawer for a shirt. Snatching one up, he pulled it over his head as he moved through the room, pressing another panel that gave him access to his closet.
Timur slipped his feet into tennis shoes and bent to pull them on. Nothing ever came easy for him. He should have known this damn trip wasn’t going to be any different. He grunted his frustration and Ember flipped over in the bed, facing him. Dialing back his annoyance, he tapped the light switch as he exited the room. Denton would tell him what the hell was going on or he would kill the fucker, dump the body, and put an ad in the paper for a new assistant. He punched the code into the elevator console and the doors opened whisper-soft. He picked up his cell phone off the catch-all table as he stomped into the cab. Maybe he’d make it to Salem tomorrow night.
Chapter Six
Timur sat on the ledge facing the alley at the back of his building watching Denton as he wiped down the car before he parked it in the garage. Now why would his once trusted employee have to clean the town car in the middle of the night? He tracked Denton’s movements as he dropped the rags into the trash and walked to the rear entrance. When his assistant turned his back, Timur stepped off the eave of the building. Gravity did the rest, and he dropped into the alleyway. Landing in a crouch, the creak of asphalt breaking rent the air. Denton swung around, his eyes widened when he caught sight of Timur.
Denton licked his lips. “Hey boss, where—ah—where did you come from?”
Timur shrugged and rose to his feet. “I was hanging around.” He prowled toward Denton. “I need to ask you a question and I sincerely hope you don’t lie to me because I will know it if you do.”
“Sure, yeah, what do you want to know?”
Timur marched up to the man, got in his face, and searched his eyes. “My woman and I were attacked earlier. Did you have anything to do with it?”
He watched as Denton swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. The evening wasn’t humid and yet a bead of sweat rolled down from his receding hairline and over his jaw. Timur stepped back and crossed his arms. Denton lifted his hands, palms facing forward, and moved away until his back hit the door with a thump .
Timur narrowed his eyes. “Why are you so nervous, Denton?”
Denton’s shoulders sagged. “What does it matter? You can put me out my misery or they can. I’m in
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