“Not until I’ve cleaned that cut and made sure there’s no glass in it,” he said as he carried her from the car, past a doorman who greeted him as if he was accustomed to the sight of one of the famous building’s most famous residents marching through the doors with a woman in his arms, past a concierge who showed the same bland reaction. A private elevator took them to Luca’s duplex. “You can put me down now,” Cheyenne said. He didn’t answer. Instead, he carried her up a winding staircase, through an enormous bedroom and into a huge marble bathroom. “Stay there,” he said, lowering her carefully onto a chaise longue that faced a handsome fireplace. “Really, Bellini, if you’d just point me at the washcloths and bandages…” “Cheyenne. Do not move.” “I don’t take orders. Not from anyone.”
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