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Jordyn was acutely aware of the fact she was dressed in nothing but her undergarments, but Lucian didn’t seem to act like he noticed. Still, when she grabbed for the loose fitting T-shirt she tossed to the bed earlier, he was there at her side in a flash, holding her wrist to stop her.

“Did you, Jordyn?”

“Does it matter?” she asked.

“I don’t know if it makes a difference either way,” Lucian admitted. “I’m well aware of where he is and how long he’s been that way. But I’m curious.”

“Why are you asking, then, if it doesn’t make a difference?”

“I want to know where he stands with you.”

“With me,” Jordyn repeated.

“Mmm. In here,” Lucian said, reaching up to tap her temple before moving down to point at her heart. “And here, too.”

“You seem to know a lot about me without having to ask, Lucian.”

A sly smile crept over his lips. “Does that bother you?”

“No, but it makes me curious.”

“My father did a background check, a very in-depth one. I wasn’t happy about it at first, but I wasn’t aware until after he’d done it and brought it to my attention. So yes, I know a lot about you, but I don’t know you, sweetheart. Therein lies the difference.”

Honesty was the best policy, after all, but Jesus.

Really?

“And that’s just what, normal procedure for your family?” she asked sharply.

“No one in our lives go untouched in some way. Especially people who may be involved with the son of a major crime boss. There’s a dynasty at our fingertips, and it isn’t open to everyone. It’s not my place to tell my father what he can or can’t do, not that it would change his decisions if I tried.”

That really didn’t make her feel better. “Am I the kind of people he tends to keep away?”

Lucian’s laughter was a deep rumble that did something wicked to Jordyn’s insides. “No. You’re the kind of person who made his son lose his mind for a week. The kind of girl that distracts his capo from doing his job, keeps him from sleeping even less than he already does, and takes his focus off his family. That isn’t the kind of people my father keeps away, but you are the kind of woman he wants to know about. Know exactly why you do those things to his son. Understand?”

Kind of, as odd as it was.

“So you know everything about me?”

Lucian nodded. “Mostly. Fact wise, anyway.”

“That’s not fair,” Jordyn murmured.

“What isn’t?”

“This. Us. I know practically nothing about you.”

“You know more than most,” Lucian replied. “You know what I am, what I do. You’ve met my brothers, my mother. You know I’m adopted. I’ve had you sleeping in the next room for thirteen nights and I haven’t tried to fuck you once. I’ve had many women, but I never let a woman sleep in one of my beds until morning. For the sake of honesty, though, I do think about sleeping with you quite often. Or at least, I wonder what kind of a lover you are because I want you to be mine.”

Oh God. That did not help.

“You were in bed with me the other night.”

“Not for the intent to have sex with you. I wanted to calm you even though you were trying to act like the nightmares weren’t bothering you as badly as they were.”

“You kissed me.”

Lucan smirked. “First time for everything, I suppose.”