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kisses my forehead, then rolls out of bed, a sexy grin on his lips. He discards the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed.
    My chest tightens. So this is it. I shouldn’t have expected anything more.
    Pulling the robe around my shoulders, I throw my legs over the side of the bed.
    “I’ll get dressed and leave.”
    I don’t hear him move, but the next thing I know, I’m pinned to the bed, his hard body covering mine.
    “I didn’t ask you to leave,” he growls, trailing his lips down my throat.
    “I thought–”
    “That I was kicking you out?” He looks at me, brows raised, then shakes his head. “I told you, you’re staying here. I have a couple meetings this morning, then I’ll be back and we can sit down and figure out what we’re going to do.”
    “I don’t want you to get involved.” My chest tightens at the concern I see in his eyes.
    “Too late, sweetheart.” He kisses me roughly, then bounds from the bed towards the bathroom. A moment later, I hear the soft hum of the shower.
    Something I haven’t felt in years stirs inside of me – hope .
     
     
     

Chapter 9
     
    Henry
     
    “Asher said you left early last night.” My sister, Becca stands in the doorway of my office, brown eyes narrowed on me. She flicks her dark hair over one shoulder and purses her lips.
    As usual, she looks like’s she’s just come off the runway during fashion week. White blouse, navy blue, flared slacks, four-inch Gucci heels. The entire outfit, which I’m assuming she paid for with my credit card, probably cost more than Keeley makes in an entire month working at the club.
    Made – I correct myself. She’s currently unemployed, which suits me just fine. Having her in my bed twenty-four-seven sounds like fucking heaven. But from what I know about Keeley, she’d never be content just sitting around the apartment all day.
    Once this whole Drew thing is handled, I’ll make sure to find out what her qualifications are, and find a place for her at Caldwell Industries. There’s no way I’m letting her go back to waitressing, because every cell in my body screams in protest at the thought of her being harassed nightly in one of those damn clubs.
    “I’m busy, Becca.” I scan the file my elderly assistant, Greta, places on my desk in front of me, then scribble my signature at the bottom. “Some of us have to work.”
    Not one to take a hint, Becca moves into the room and lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Asher thinks you don’t like him.”
    “I don’t,” I grumble, handing the document back to Greta who tries unsuccessfully to hide a smile. The asshole has always rubbed me the wrong way. That he had my little sister come and petition for him, just makes me hate the fucker more.
    “Would you like me to cancel your next appointment?” Greta asks, looking between Becca and me.
    “That won’t be necessary.”
    Becca’s lips tighten, but she doesn’t disagree. “I’ll be quick.”
    As quick as it takes me to write another check. Which is most likely why she’s here.
    Greta nods, giving me a sympathetic look, before leaving.
    “Sit.” I lean back in my chair and try my best to hide my frustration. I have a shitload of paperwork to get through before I can get back to Keeley. The last thing I need is to get in another argument with my sister about her weasely little fiancé.  
    She pouts, but takes a seat in one of the black leather chairs across from me.
    “You could at least try. He’s really great once you get to know him. I thought we could go out for dinner sometime next week, and–”
    I narrow my eyes on her, but instead of continuing her little rant, she shifts uncomfortably under my gaze and fidgets with the clutch she carries.
    Shit. She’s got that look she gets when she’s about to drop a bomb.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Maybe this isn’t a good time,” Becca says, a nervous lilt to her voice.
    “Spit it out.” I tap my fingers on the desk and narrow my eyes, waiting.
    “Asher and