Chapter 22

Jason’s apartment was entirely different from his house that he shared with the pack in the county.

Glancing out of the window on the tenth floor, Daniella wondered what the attraction was with heights. If anything happened to his windows he would plunge to his death. Staring down at the concrete floor, she took a step back needing the comfort of the ground.

He’d left her in his sitting room to take a shower. Looking around the room, Daniella was embarrassed by her small apartment. What surprised her was how close they lived together. She was about five blocks away from him. They could have crossed paths in the street, and she wouldn’t have even realized it. Not possible, you’d remember a man like Jason.

The sound of the shower being turned off alerted her to his presence. Turning to the sound of him getting closer she felt her cheeks heat at the sight of him wet and covered in only a towel.

“How can you live so far up?” she asked, turning back to look at the