up after she had come out of the shower.
“I hope they were worth it,” she soothed and bent down to kiss him softly. She knew he was bi, and even though they never had sex, she offered him the affection she knew he needed.
He never dared come often, even between her assignments, in case it tempted the Ursus, but she had accepted that without comment as well. They hadn’t seen each other in months, but Roxy had been in Paris and Madrid most of the summer.
She drew back and regarded him silently. “I have a date tonight, but we won’t come back here, so you can stay as long as you like. I’m traveling to London next week. I was worried I wouldn’t see you before I left.”
Roxy was a professional, very sought-after model. He had always been drawn to her, and originally Roxy had thought his interest was romantic, but in all honestly she reminded him of his sister, and now she accepted him as her brother.
She had determined that this was her final year. She had said that her looks would barely hold out for much longer, but Kay thought the older she got the more beautiful she was, and even at thirty-nine she could still pass for someone ten years younger. She’d had plenty of offers to continue, but she said she wanted to learn to bake and to be actually able to eat it. He was pleased for her and sad at the same time, because when she moved to Georgia to be near her sister, he knew it was time to say goodbye.
She’d stopped asking why he didn’t seem to age. Why he still looked the fresh-faced seventeen-year-old who had died in Merlin’s arms with a promise on his lips and regret in his heart.
Do you have a plastic surgeon and a sugar daddy I have yet to meet?
Kay had laughed and teased her that she would put a plastic surgeon out of business as no one could improve on perfection, but she had tilted her head and looked at him as if she knew he was deflecting. They’d only known each other two years then, but she never asked again even though it was obvious he never aged in the sixteen years they had known each other.
He knew their time was running out, and that at some point before she left the city, Kay would have to officially die. It would be an accident of some sort, possibly even while she was in London, and then all she would get would be the letter from his attorney and the check for three million dollars. Even if she didn’t need the cash, she was still his family.
With a slight hug, being careful not to wrinkle her Dolce & Gabbana suit, she picked up her purse. “I have the car service waiting for me.”
Kay picked up on her reaction immediately. “What is it?”
“A new driver that thinks he should be more hands-on with his clients.”
Kay jerked upright. “I can take you.”
Roxy smiled. “I can deal with him.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” she said and blew him a kiss as she left. He knew Roxy was fit, and had no doubt she could take care of herself. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to find out who this driver was. Kay rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. The apartment was amazing. Huge high ceilings with fancy molding, and sash windows covered by curtains he was sure cost more than some of his wardrobe, and that was saying something. The Upper East Side wasn’t the most expensive part of New York she could live in, but she didn’t get much change out of the $20,000 a month the place cost her. The security and the gym were what she had really wanted, and the optional parking which Kay had insisted he pay for meant he had somewhere for the truck, as Roxy—like many New Yorkers—didn’t bother owning a car.
He could have quite happily stayed all night as well, but knowing he had his own job to do, he got up and raided her closet of the few clothes he kept here and headed into the shower. He should get home before dusk, but even if not, he daren’t stay here any longer. Bringing the Ursus down on Roxy would be something he could never forgive himself for.
He hadn’t stopped thinking of the girl since last night which—along with the debacle with Charles—had been the other reason he hadn’t