was. There was no way she could hide her quirks from him.
“Cassie?”
She jumped, not realizing he had moved so close. She tilted her head back to look up at him. Damn, he was tall.
“It’ll be all right,” he assured her with that deep tremble.
Cassie found herself shivering. She wanted to reach for him, have Max pull her into his arms. Have the press of his lips against hers. She swallowed and took a step back.
“Uh, I’m…uh…”
He smiled, his hazel eyes bright.
She was losing her mind. She whirled back around into the hallway and took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
“Okay,” she said. “Next door is the bathroom. Then the office.” She moved forward as she spoke. Then paused again. “My bedroom.”
That took care of the three doors that were on the east side of the house and left her standing in front of the large door to the studio.
She hadn’t been back inside since she’d first discovered the incident. Cassie placed her hand on the wood. “The studio,” she whispered.
“Has it been cleaned up?” Max asked behind her.
She nodded. “Alex took care of it.”
Max’s chest pressed into her back and she felt him lift his hand. “Deep breath,” he spoke softly, his mouth close to her ear.
She inhaled through her nose then let the air out.
“Good,” he said and opened the door.
In her mind, she could see the ripped canvases, the paint spilled over the floor and walls and her brushes in pieces.
Max held his hand down on her shoulder and she blinked.
None of that was there.
Alex had come through like always. The walls had been repainted the mint green that she’d had before. The hardwood floors were glistening and clean. The room was also restocked.
Slowly, she stepped forward, one foot in front of the other. Her easels stood with blank sheets, her paints were lined up in their holders along the walls and her desk held a variety of brand new brushes.
She made it to the middle of the room as tears filled her eyes.
It looked good, but it also reminded her of what had been taken from her. Months of work ruined. She’d put her entire being into each piece. Now there was nothing to show for it.
Cassie sobbed and Max wrapped his arms around her.
“Shh,” he cooed. “It will be okay.”
Sure, she knew it could have been worse, but her heart ached. She clung to Max, allowing him to rock her gently. He felt good pressed to her body. As she soaked up the comfort he offered, peace filled her. Closing her eyes, she rested her cheek against his chest and just breathed in Max’s spicy scent.
Her body started to respond and it was with regret that she forced herself to pull away. “I’m going to lie down for a little bit.”
He released her. Their gazes locked, causing her breath to catch. His sparkling eyes were kind and called to both the woman and wolf inside her.
She spun on her heel, escaping into her bedroom. She had a lot to think about, because all signs were pointing to Max being more than just a bodyguard or security for her. The connection was so strong between the two of them that Cassie was unsure how she would let him go when everything was resolved.
Chapter Four
Max woke up with sweat pouring off him and his heart beating frantically. He had been back in that house, the room where he’d thought he was going to die, where his best friend hadn’t made it out alive.
He clenched his eyes closed and tried to get control of himself and regulate his breathing.
Once his heart rate had slowed to almost normal, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, so he swung his legs over the side of the bed. A glance at the clock on the nightstand told him it was two in the morning.
It had been so long since he’d gotten a full night’s sleep. He should probably take one of the sleeping pills that the doctor had given him, but he didn’t like how they made him feel the next day. Needing to keep an eye out for Cassie and the Wilson family,