Two days had passed since Reagan had seen Niklaus last, but while she had been disappointed by this fact—for reasons she wasn’t ready to consider—she was more worried that Jimmy had yet to return her call, lending credence to Liam’s thinly veiled threat. They usually talked at least once a day if she didn’t see him, if only for a few minutes, but because he had gone more than twenty-four hours without contacting her, she was getting worried.

Climbing out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, holding it in place with one hand as she left the bathroom, her phone in the other as she sent another text to her brother, hoping this one might prompt him to respond.

When she still didn’t receive a response, she tossed the device on her bed and got dressed. Grabbing her mailbox key, she walked barefoot out of her apartment, heading downstairs to the row of mailboxes along the wall. She had it opened in a matter of seconds, pulling out the newspaper and the assortment of bills inside. It was only when she was closing it back up that someone cleared their throat behind her.

Thinking that she might have been in the way of someone trying to get by, an apology was on the tip of her tongue, at least until she saw who stood at her back.

“Are you kidding? You’re stalking me now?”

Niklaus, who didn’t look perturbed at the slightest to at her words, smiled. “Is that how you want to look at it?”

Was he serious? And did he really need to look so damned amused? “How do you even know where I live?”

He didn’t bother answering her question, instead asking one of his own. “That guy you were talking to yesterday, who is he?”

Reagan didn’t pretend to misunderstand who he was referring to—there had only been one male she had talked to with Niklaus around. “Why do you want to know?”

“Is that what we’re going to do here—answer questions with questions?”

“Are we?” When his smirk only grew—and she realized she had done exactly what he had said—she finally said, “His name is Liam.”

He shook his head, waving those words away. “I know that—you said it. I’m asking who he is to you.”

The bane of her fucking existence?

Loan shark?

There were so many different ways she could answer that question, and yet she still didn’t know what to say. “Nothing,” she settled on saying. “He’s nothing to me.”

“But you’re something to him,” he guessed, reading between the lines. “Is he a problem?”

Reagan didn’t like the way he asked that, like he was considering doing something about it if Liam was, in fact, a problem for her. “It’s nothing you should worry about.”

“You—”

“Why are you here, Niklaus? And more importantly, how do you know where I live?”

He studied her for a moment, as though he wasn’t ready to move on from Liam, but ultimately relented. “You shouldn’t walk home alone, especially late at night.”

“So you followed me to make sure I got home safe?” she asked, wishing that information didn’t make her feel warm inside. It was supposed to be creepy, odd even, that he trailed her without saying a word—but she couldn’t bring herself to think that about him. “I was fine—I’ve been doing this for a while now, Niklaus.”

Niklaus leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest, but he didn’t look relaxed when he did. When he glanced behind him at the street that was packed with cars, a shadow seemed to cross his face. “Shit happens. Even to good people.”

Reagan was tempted, very tempted to ask him more about that, to learn of the memory that had suddenly clouded his eyes, but she remembered all too well how he was able to duck questions, and she was in no mood to play that game with him.

“I have things to do today,” she said after a moment, “so if we’re done here …”

Apparently, he wasn’t.

“What are you doing after work?”

Her gaze shot to his, that soft almost boyish smile of his making her scowl—whatever dark place he had nearly slipped into was forgotten. This wasn’t the first time he had asked her that question, but at least this time her answer would be what she should have said years ago.

“Going home alone. And before you ask, you can’t come with me.”

Her answer didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. “Right then, so you won’t decline a ride?”

“Sorry?”

Stepping closer, he gestured around them. “Did you miss everything I just said? You don’t need to walk home alone, and since you’re coming back here, I’m offering to drive you.”

Her gaze flickered to the street, honing in on the matte black machine that was parked at the curb—she didn’t have to ask to know that it was his.

Looking back to him, she asked, “And if I say no?”

He laughed, seriously laughed, as though that was the funniest thing she had ever said. “You want to tell me what time you’ll be done, or should I just show up?”

Definitely not. “I should be done by two.”

He nodded, but as she waited for him to turn and leave, he came towards her instead. “If he’s an issue for you, tell me. I’ll handle it.”

If only it were that easy, but Reagan wouldn’t pretend like it could be. Whether or not she was still angry with Niklaus for his disappearing act years ago, she didn’t want him hurt if he thought to go up against Liam for her.

She already had Jimmy to worry about.

She didn’t want to add Niklaus to that list.

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“You’re obviously serious about annoying the hell out of me,” Reagan said as she exited the pub, spotting Niklaus sitting on the hood of his car—and fucking hell, did he have to look so good doing it?

She turned away from him, reaching to pull the metal gate down, but Niklaus was there in an instant, doing it for her.

“This can’t be easy to do by yourself,” he commented as she stuck the key in and locked it.

“Like I said,”—she stood, brushing strands of hair out of her face—“I’m—”

“Capable of taking care of yourself—yeah, I got that babe. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need help.”

Of course her mind had to seize on the fact that he called her ‘babe’. It wasn’t that he’d even said it in a particularly romantic way, casual actually, but she still liked the sound of it anyway. Liam called her a number of pet names, but when he did, they mostly made her skin crawl.

“My brother is normally around,” she found herself saying, “but he’s busy at the moment.”

Jimmy had finally sent her a text when she was working behind the bar, but it hadn’t said much of anything, only that he would call her later and not to worry. That only managed to make her worry more, though she was happy to at least have heard from him at all.

“You have a brother?” He asked casually.

“Jimmy,” she said in return, “he’s one of my four brothers actually.”

“You don’t talk to the others often.” Again, not a question. Whether he was good at reading people, or just her, he was definitely grasping things she hadn’t realized she was giving away.

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

When she looked at him after he asked the question, he merely returned the stare, waiting for her to answer. He wasn’t apologetic about wanting to know more about her it seemed.

Maybe…just maybe.

“I’ll just say that my brothers and I don’t see eye to eye on certain things.”

Most of which came down to the choice they had made between family…and well, another sort of family.

“Mine would say the same thing about me, but,”—Niklaus shrugged, heading back to his car. “—who gives a shit?” Pulling the handle of the passenger door, he opened it, gesturing for her to get in with a tilt of his head. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“I don’t think so.” They were perfectly fine talking as they were—she didn’t have to be in a confined space with the man.

“Are you going to fight me on everything?”

This time, it was she who was shrugging with a slight smile. “More than likely.”

“Get in.”

Reagan shook her head, even as she took in the black leather of its interior. “I can’t.”

“No? And that wouldn’t be because of Liam, right?”

Shit. How was she supposed to answer that? She couldn’t say it was, not when she had told him earlier that Liam wasn’t a problem.

“It’s complicated,” she settled on saying.

“Then let me un-complicate it.”

“There are some things that aren’t an easy fix, Niklaus. It’s not that simple. And why are you making a big deal out of this anyway? We slept together a few times, that doesn’t mean you can just walk in here and expect my life to be amendable to yours.”

“Then let’s clear the air and make amends so we can move on.”

“Move on?”

“I told you once that I came back here for you—you chose not to believe that.” Again, he gestured to his car. “You either get in, or I’ll put you in.”

“Fine.” It didn’t sound like she had much of a choice anyway. “If I go with you, will you stop showing up at my place?”

He smirked. “Not even if you begged me.”

Annoyed all over again, Reagan threw her hands up, even as she crossed the short distance to his car. “Niklaus—”

His words stopped her on the spot.

“I grew to hate that name—Niklaus—stopped going by it a long time ago. Klaus if I know you and if I don’t. You’re one of two people that call me by that name, and only from you do I enjoy hearing it. When you say it, whether you’re pissed at me like now, or when you’re begging me to let you come, it reminds me of a time when I was less of an asshole.”

Reagan said his name, though she hadn’t meant to, just a whisper in the wind, but he caught it, that dark, amused smile of his curling is lips up as he gave her a slight push to get in.

“Just like that. Can’t say I didn’t miss the sound of your voice, especially when you’re turned on.”

She swallowed nervously, feeling the heat rise in her face. “I’m not.”

His smile slipped a little, but not in disappointment, it had an almost lazy quality to it, but she was stuck watching his eyes drift over her face, down the curve of her neck, until he reached the V in her shirt, and the cleavage it displayed. Reaching for her with his free hand, he traced a single finger down her stomach, pausing when he reached the hem of her shirt.

He didn’t go any further, just let his touch linger over that expanse of skin left uncovered, goosebumps erupting in his wake. “Let me make a liar out of you.”

Temptation, that was what Niklaus was—her ultimate temptation.

Ignoring his remark, she asked, “Are you driving or what?”

“You sure that’s all you want?” Niklaus asked, his tone quite clear as to what he was suggesting.

No. No, she wasn’t sure of that at all. “Yeah.”

This time, she finally did climb inside his car, inhaling the warm scent that made up the interior. There was the leather, the faint aroma of tobacco, and finally the scent of Niklaus himself. Now, it felt like he was surrounding her.

As she moved to pull on her seatbelt, she came up short when she realized that it wasn’t a normal seatbelt at all, but a four-point harness.

“Seriously, you need one of these? How fast do you drive?”

“No worries. You won’t be needing it tonight.” But he did take a moment to show her how to correctly fasten it.

Besides the rumble of the engine as he started it up and pulled out, silence stretched between them, the lights illuminating the dash chasing the darkness away. And for a time, she was content in his presence, but as the distance to her apartment got shorter—which it wasn’t very far in the first place—she was tempted to say something, anything, if it meant he could stay around a little while longer.

But he seemed to read her mind, and instead of pulling over, he kept on down the street, then asked, “When’d you quit the diner?”

“Six months after.” After you left the last time…but she didn’t bother to voice that thought. “I didn’t quit until after I had the pub open and running. You helped a lot with that. Th—”

“Don’t thank me,” he cut her off.

“Why not?”

Most people said that and meant not to thank them because they were being modest, but he said it as though he genuinely didn’t deserve her thanks.

But he didn’t seem like he was actually going to answer.

“And I guess you’re not here to get that money back?”

The look he sent was answer enough.

“So what do you do?” She had asked that once before, but wondered if something had changed for him, and maybe he was back in the city because of a new job.

He was quiet for a spell, and she wondered whether he was already done planning to answer her question until his mouth opened.

“Independent contractor.”

So he had changed jobs. “What happened to your sanitation gig?”

“It’s the same job as before, just new management.”

If that wasn’t vague enough. “And what do you do as an independent contractor?”

“A little of everything. Right now, I’m helping the boss find a missing shipment.”

“Like an investigator?”

He didn’t take his eyes off the road as he nodded with a slight smile. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Good for you then, working your way up the ladder for whatever sketchy business you work for.”

“Sketchy?”

“Are you serious? Twice, I’ve asked about your job and you’ve yet to actually tell me the name of the company.”

His smile grew. “Didn’t I?”

“No, you really didn’t.”

“I just call it the Den.”

Well that didn’t sound like a real company anyway, but since she didn’t think he would be sticking around anyway, she let it go.

“Does that necklace mean a lot to you?” Reagan asking, spotting the glint of gold at his neck. “You wore it a lot before.”

She didn’t think she had noticed how delicate that chain really was.

“It’s not important.”

“It’s not important to you, or it’s not important for me to hear?”

“Reagan…”

She waited, expecting him to continue, but when he didn’t, the defenses that had been slowly lowered slammed right back up. “Don’t worry about it, just drop me off.”

They rounded the block one last final time before he found a spot a few feet away.

Niklaus killed the engine, but didn’t look at her, not yet. “You’re upset because I won’t tell you something that I may not be ready to talk about?”

“That’s just it, Niklaus. I don’t know anything about you,” Reagan said, feeling frustrated. “I don’t know what’s open for discussion and what’s not.”

He shook his head meeting her eyes to say, “You know what’s important.”

“Really? Because the only thing I know for sure—and this is me being generous—is that your name is Niklaus. I don’t even know your last name.”

“Volkov,” he said a second later.

Why did that name sound so familiar?”

“Or where you’re from.”

“I was born in Russia, but grew up in Florida with my adoptive mother, but like I said, I don’t think that’s important.”

“Why do you get to decide what’s important to me? Maybe it’s those little things that will help me understand who I’m dealing with.”

Niklaus laughed, his tone sharp. “Trust me, none of that will tell you anything about the person I am now. Not even close.”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry. I should have known that after all the stimulating conversations we had.”

“I’ll tell you when it’s the right time.”

“There’s not going to be a right time, Niklaus. This—whatever this is that you’re trying to do—it can’t happen.”

“Because of Liam, no?”

Partly because of him. “No, because of you. Back when I first met you, I wanted to know everything about you, figure you out, and maybe help with whatever wasn’t letting you sleep at night. And not just once, twice. Only the second time you left money, like I was a prostitute being paid for my services.”

When she had seen it the first time, she had thought that it meant he cared, then the other part of her thought it was exactly what she was telling him now. And very soon, she had stuck on the latter and began to loathe that bag full of cash. Most days she didn’t even want to look at it, knowing the memories it would conjure. She would have much rather had the man than the money, but finally after she had gotten desperate enough—and convinced that he was never coming back—she had used every dime of it, along with her savings to open up her pub.

“It was never like that, Reagan. You know that.”

“Do I?”

The tension was back, and while Reagan might have wished otherwise, she couldn’t pretend like his leaving hadn’t hurt her.

Instead of waiting for whatever answer he was conjuring up, she unbuckled and climbed out, slamming the door shut behind her. She didn’t linger, not this time, heading directly for her building without looking back.

“Reagan.”

There was a hitch in his voice, just the slightest betrayal of emotion that had her pausing. She could have kept on—she didn’t think he would have stopped her again—but before she could quell the impulse, she looked back at him.

“Why did you leave?” she asked.

The question had plagued her since the last time she saw him, and every night that followed for weeks as she wondered whether he would show back up as he had the first time.

But the longer he was gone, the more dejected she felt until finally, she had given up expecting to see him walking through the doors of the diner.

Niklaus looked down at his hands still gripping the steering wheels, his fingers tightening briefly. “You won’t like the answer.”

“No? Tell me anyway.”

This was when she expected him to deny her, to make up some excuse that he thought she would want to hear. Funny thing was, the truth was the last thing she expected from him.

“You were falling in love with me,” he said after a moment, shifting his gaze from his hands to her face, and whatever emotion portrayed on her face seemed to affirm whatever he was thinking in his head. “And love, I wanted no part of that.”

No, Reagan hadn’t liked his answer. She almost wished she could have taken the question back and erased his answer from her memory.

But he had been right, of course. She had been falling in love with him, no matter how stupid that it was. Except, she hadn’t thought she had been so transparent with how she felt about him.

More hurt than angry, she tried to speak past the lump in her throat. “Then why are you here now?”

Now he looked unsettled. “I answered that.”

“No, you said you came back to Hell’s Kitchen for me, but you didn’t say why you came for me at all.”

He looked blank, all emotion wiped clear of his face. It was almost frightening seeing him do that, from giving her everything to giving her nothing.

“There’s just…something about you.”

“I don’t know if I have it in me to do this with you all over again, Niklaus.” She shook her head, glancing down the street. “Why can’t you just walk away? I’m not going to ask you to stay.”

“I can’t. If I could, I would have stayed gone, but here I am.”

All of this had been said in an almost cool detached manner, but for whatever reason—maybe just because her stupid heart wanted it—she believed him.

But in the end, it didn’t matter what her heart wanted. “Go home, Niklaus, or wherever it is you’re laying your head tonight. And please, for both our sakes, don’t come back. There’s no point in hurting us both another time.”