Chapter 38Maddox POVI answered the doorway right away.Jordan stood in the hall with Rowan behind her, and I could see it on her face—she was running full speed inside her own head, pulling facts into order, trying to keep panic from leaking out through her pores.She did a decent job.Her body did not.The second the door opened, it hit me. Not perfume. Not soap. Not the faint clean scent of paper and ink she usually carried like an extension of her job.Arousal.Warm, sharp, unmistakable.My lungs filled and my brain stalled for half a second in a way that never happens to me. I’ve smelled fear, blood, gun oil, smoke, sickness. I’ve smelled desire in women who wanted something from me—attention, protection, position.This wasn’t that.This was clean and honest and involuntary, like her body had betrayed her before her mind could shove it back into a box.It was… incredible.I kept my face still because letting anyone see reaction was weakness. Especially Rowan. Especially Jordan.
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