Chapter 11

A subdued but otherwise unharmed Miles offered to take me from Levi, but Levi shook his head and carried me into the elevator where Miles pressed seven. We silently glided upward past the first two floors where all police activity was centered and the next four dedicated to House corporate affairs.

I barely had the energy to hang on to Levi, but the brush of his shirt against my cheek and the steady beat of his heart banished all thoughts of the maggot sensation from my mind. Being carried wasn't the worst hardship.

Levi had a really good chest. He'd showered and changed into a casual sweater and jeans, which lessened his status as big bad Head but broadcast his masculine appeal like it was a neon sign. He wore no cologne, bearing only the faint trace of a shampoo with an earthy lemongrass scent that unknotted some of the tension in my muscles.