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Most likely to kill her.
“How secure is this place?”
Blake sent her a feigned look of offense. “Very.”
Despite everything, Devon smiled.
Without a word, he took her hand in his and led her to a panel beside the front door.
“The building already has controlled lobby access, cameras, elevator authorization, and twenty-four-hour security. I added my own system after I moved in.”
“Of course, you did,” Devon quipped.
He tapped the screen, and it came to life.
For the next few minutes, he showed her the system’s features. The cameras covering the hallway and elevator vestibule. Monitoring of the apartment’s front door, windows, and movement inside.
The locks were reinforced, the windows had vibration sensors, and everything operated on a protected network separate from his regular internet connection to keep things more secure. There was even backup power if the primary connection went down.
“You designed all of this?” Devon stared at the display in awe.
Blake nodded. “And installed it.”
There was a hint of pride in his voice which was well-deserved. The system was beyond impressive. More than that, it was reassuring in a way she hadn’t expected.
Her apartment door had extra locks because she was afraid. Blake’s security system was different. It was preparation, backed by a man who was beyond brilliant and highly trained.
“If someone gets past building security, which is highly unlikely, they’d still have to get through mine. And that isn’t going to happen.”
“That confident, huh?”
His expression grew serious. “Nothing’s going to happen to you here.”
Something tightened in her chest.
“That’s a pretty big promise.”
“I know.” He squeezed the hand he was still holding. “You’re safe with me, Dev.”
She wanted desperately to believe him. For the first time in months, she almost did.
“So.” Devon gently pulled her hand free. “Which room is mine?”
If he keeps touching me, I’m afraid I’ll break down and cry.
Blake watched her a moment longer. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
He flashed her a smile before heading toward the hall.
The apartment had three bedrooms. The first was set up as Blake’s home office, which turned out to be a techie’s dream.
Three monitors on a long desk with another one mounted on the wall. Two custom-built computers rested beneath the workstation, their internal components visible and bright through the glass panels. Another narrow table pushed up against the far-right wall was filled with cables and random pieces of electronics.
The second room held a queen bed that looked like it had never been used. They passed a closet and bathroom on their way down the hall. At the end, Blake opened the double doors to his bedroom.
A king-sized bed dominated the impressive space. Everything was neat without being obsessively so. The room smelled faintly of soap and his cologne.
The familiar scent sent her stomach into a stupid little flip.
