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She looked at him strangely. “Sorry to disturb you.”
“I wasn’t busy,” he said quickly. Too quickly if her suspicious look was anything to go by.
“Right,” Angela agreed, looking unconvinced. “I just wanted to see if I could leave Smith here for one more night before taking him home. I need to get supplies: food, litter, a scratching tree... all that kind of stuff. I want him to be happy.”
“He’ll be with you. How could he not be happy?” His eyes widened. He had not meant to say that. What was he, a fricking poet now? What next, he’d start reciting Shakespeare?
“Oh,” Angel muttered, her cheeks flushing prettily. “Thank you.”
Instead of checking for his balls on the nearest shelf like his brain told him to do, he listened to his heart instead. “You’re welcome. It’s the truth.” He cleared his throat, adding, “But you don’t have to leave him here. Claire provided Abel with a very extensive list two weeks ago. Both kittens have everything they need. I’ll have one of the men take it all down to your car for you.”
“What? Roman, no. I can buy my own stuff. It’s the least I can do,” she told him firmly. “Especially when you’re single-handedly paying for Lighthouse to be restored and supplied.”
Roman bit his tongue because he had news about that. But seeing how freaked out she was about a bit of kitty litter, he thought it best to save it for another time. “Angel, I’m a billionaire. Take the scratching post.”
She grunted, making her way to the kittens. They were awake and very vocal. “A billionaire. Sure you are.”
He raised his eyebrows because the disbelief in her voice was genuine. “You don’t believe me?”
“I know you’re a millionaire, Roman. I mean, look at this place.” She gestured to the view from his office. “But do you know how many zeros there are in a billion?”
He did know. Because he’d seen the zeros the day before during his monthly meeting with his accountant. But he didn’t say so. He moved on instead. “Also, you should start to see a decrease in overdoses soon.”
She shot him a look, stroking the kittens. “What makes you say that?”
“I spoke to the man in charge of the city’s drug supply,” Roman divulged. “He’s going to sort it out. Or he’ll have me to deal with,” he added with a mutter.
“I don’t understand.” Angela was standing very still. It had him a little worried.
“After you showed up with that bruise, I looked into who’s been supplying drugs on the streets and paid him a little visit. He assured me he had nothing to do with these new drug concoctions. I’m inclined to believe him. Which is why he’s still alive,” he explained.
Angela blinked at him, still unmoving. “You did this... why?”
He shifted uncomfortably, looking behind him. Perhaps shoving his brother and Sal into the closet wasn’t such a good idea. They no doubt had their ears to the door. “You got hurt because of that shit. It wasn’t even a question that I was going after him. Plus, you’re tired, Angel. You don’t think I’ve noticed the dark circles recently? No doubt from idiots taking too many drugs and taking up your time. You don’t need that shit. You have enough responsibilities as it is.”
Angela finally moved, collapsing into his chair behind his desk. His dick perked up again. “I don’t know what to say,” she replied quietly.
Say you’ll be mine, he silently bade. But he had promised not to pressure her. He wanted her to want him for the same reason he wanted her: because she saw him. Really saw him and wanted him anyway. The tension that rose between them was different. It wasn’t sexual, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either. “It’s no big deal,” he said, breaking the silence. He wondered how to get them balanced again and blurted, “You can thank me in orgasms if you want.”
She gasped, chiding, “Roman!”
Her resulting laughter was the best thing he’d heard all day. Luca and Sal must have thought so, too, because there was a loud thump behind the closet doors.
Angela narrowed her eyes. “Do you have someone in there?”
“What?” His laugh was stupidly fake. “No.”
Her expression turned sour, and she leaped up. “Oh, really? Sorry to interrupt your interlude.”
“My...?” That’s when it hit him—Angela thought he had some skank in there. “Are you jealous?”
“Of course not.” Her nose shot into the air with a huff. “You’re free to fuck whoever you want. Just don’t come to me when you get chlamydia.”
More rustling. No doubt his brother and Sal trying to keep their laughter in.
Angela picked up Smithy, walking to the door. “Angel, wait,” Roman called, collecting Wes. “It’s just Luca.”
Angela stopped. “Why would Luca be in your closet?”
