“So they followed you.”
Evelyn forced her sore eyes open and for the first time they didn’t cause agony to shoot through her. “No one followed me. Someone must’ve told them.”
“Shit.”
“My thoughts exactly.” It was as though she was right back in corruption. How the hell was she supposed to catch anyone when half her coworkers were being paid off? “I’ll book a hotel for the night under a different name and find somewhere else to go.”
“Screw that. You’re coming home with me.”
Evelyn turned off the water and looked up to Luke. “Excuse me?”
“My building is one of the safest in the city. No one gets up to my floor without express permission from me or a key. You should stay with me until this all blows over.”
“You keep me safe? You know there are a few people out there at the moment who want you dead?”
“Then come home with me and keep me safe.”
She stepped out of the shower and he wrapped her up in the towel, holding her in his arms as he gently wiped at her face and her eyes that she knew were probably as red as a beet. Between the soaking wet ponytail and discolored face, she probably looked like a hot mess at the moment, but for some reason Luke looked down at her as though she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to come home with you,” she said softly.
“I think it’s the best idea I’ve had all month.”
She opened her mouth to keep fighting him, but a knocking sound carried from the main space of the apartment. “I should get that.”
He nodded and backed away. “Go talk to the police. And when we’re done here, I’m going to take you home.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Evelyn stepped out of the car and looked up at the towering apartment building. Well, let’s call it what it was. It was a penthouse building. There wasn’t a single place in there that sold for less than a million dollars, and Evelyn was half convinced the doorman would take one look at her and ask her to vacate the premises.
But then Luke was at her side again, holding her overnight bag over his shoulder. “You ready?”
No. She wasn’t even slightly ready to go up to his apartment with him. “Sure,” she said. She’d fought this tooth and nail with her boss, but he’d insisted that keeping Luke safe was their number-one priority. Mainly because he had the money and lawyers available to sue the hell out of the FBI if he wanted to.
Of course, Hotchins didn’t understand exactly why Evelyn was so hesitant to go to Luke’s place and she wasn’t about to tell him the truth. Please don’t make me go, sir. I’m not sure I can resist him much longer and I feel that if I want to remain professional and not rip off all the asset’s clothes, I should be kept as far away from him as possible.
So here she was, hopping into a lavish elevator and climbing higher and higher with one of the most attractive men she’d ever met, who she kind of hated but for the life of her couldn’t remember why she hated him.
The elevator doors opened straight to Luke’s apartment and Evelyn let out a laugh. “You’re kidding me.”
Luke glanced over his shoulder as he led the way inside. “Is something wrong?”
No. Nothing was wrong. The entire place was perfect. Beautiful. White marble floors led into the two-story tall entryway and living room. The exterior was completely made out of windows, and the apartment was surrounded by a spacious terrace decorated with lounging chairs and a few potted plants and trees.
“You can make yourself comfortable.” Luke led her toward the kitchen. His place had an open floor plan, but that was about where the similarities between their places ended. The kitchen contained a massive island with a stainless-steel top that was large enough to fit six stools on the long side and two on the edge. Across from the island was a counter with dark oak cabinets that stretched to the ceiling, and an oversized apron sink that tied in with the stainless countertop.
She crossed around the cabinets and saw that the wall on the other side housed a television that had to be over a hundred inches. “Good grief, what do you need all that television for?” she breathed.
“Women seem to like it.” Luke gave a cocky grin as he set his jacket across one of the two recliners in the room. Between the two recliners was a large sofa that looked perfect for a long day of watching movies.
“I’m sure they do. But those are the one-night women. The lifetime women wouldn’t care about the big TV.”
“They can still like it.” Luke crossed to stand in front of her.