interior is finished. Construction dust can ruin a lake view, you know.â
The elevator opened into a cavernous space that smelled of chalky white drywall. On the far side of the room, black windows stared out at the lake. âYou werenât kidding when you said they were empty shells. What about that security system?â
He stepped to a keypad next to the elevator and punched in a series of numbers. âNow the elevator is locked. It wonât open on this floor. And if we want to see whatâs going on in the lobby, we just hit this.â He hit a button, and the monitor above the keypad came alive with images of the main entrance.
âWhy would they have a system like this if the condos arenât even finished?â
âVandalism. And thereâs still work going on in the lower units. Construction equipment is valuable.â Cord glanced from her to Ethan and back.âIf you want that privacy, you can try the area to the right of the great room. Eventually it will be the master bedroom.â
She nodded, but somehow her feet wouldnât move. As uncomfortable as she felt being near Cord again, the thought of being alone terrified her.
âIâll stay out here. No one will get near you.â
Heat tinged her cheeks. Dryden Kane might still be loose in the city, but he wasnât here. He couldnât hurt her, couldnât hurt Ethan.
Thanks to Cord.
She handed Ethan two of the sleeping bags and picked up two cots. As her son started in the direction Cord had indicated, she met Cordâs eyes. âThank you.â
His lips twitched into a frown. He waved off her gratitude.
âReally. Thank you for doing this. And for tonight. For saving Ethan.â
âYou donât have to thank me, Mel.â
âYes, I do.â She couldnât even think about what would have happened had Cord not shown up. He might have devastated her in the past. He might have let her down, let himself down. She could never truly trust him again. But heâd come through for her tonight. Heâd come through for Ethan. And that was worth all the thanks she could give. âI really appreciate it. More than you can know.â
His lips twitched again. âItâs the least I can do. Donât you think?â
âMom?â
Shaken, she turned away from Cord, the possible meaning behind his words buzzing in her mind. âIâm coming, Ethan.â She hurried to catch up to her son.
The bedroom area was an empty shell of bedroom and bath and closet space waiting to be allocated by walls. One end of the room opened into a solarium, the glass walls and ceiling filled with the swaying shapes of treetops rustling against a lighter sky.
She spread out the cots in the area farthest from the solariumâs black glass and unrolled one of the sleeping bags for Ethan.
âMom?â Ethan opened his mouth wide in a yawn.
âYes, honey?â
âIs it okay if I just go to sleep? I donât have to brush my teeth or anything, do I?â
She was sure Ethan was tired. It had been a long day, and with all that had gone on, it was already past midnight. She also knew that he probably just needed to shut out the stress of the day. At least for a few hours. âI think you can get away with not brushing this once.â
She unzipped the sleeping bag a few inches and turned it back, trying to keep her mind occupiedwith making Ethanâs bed and not with Cordâs comment. She pulled out one of the pillows from the bag of supplies and dropped it on the cot.
Ethan climbed in. Pulling the sleeping bag to his chin, he closed his eyes. âWill you stay with me? At least until I fall asleep?â
âOf course. Iâll be here all night.â She sank onto her cot. Ever since Ethan was born, she had loved watching him sleep. But tonight she needed it. âDo you want me to rub your back?â
âNo, thatâs okay.â
She wanted to touch him. To
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