Chapter 89

• He waved, averting his gaze to stare at the wall beside him. "Do what you want, I don't care anymore."
• Laurel smiled. The hell he doesn't care. Slowly, she placed her hands at the back of the bodyguard, not aware of the eyes glaring daggers behind her. "Common, let's make you something to relieve you of this pain."
• She had suggested chicken soup because she was certain she saw that in his fridge. What was it there for if not for emergencies like this? Laurel knew she wouldn't have done anything if Lucas had forbidden her from entering his kitchen to cook. Not every neat freak allowed a stranger into their kitchen. She was no stranger but was close to one.