Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
The way her gaze slid up then skittered away again was all the answer I needed. But I still needed her to say it, to give me all of the details.
“Siana, I want to help. And I can’t if I don’t know exactly what happened.”
“I, uh, I thought it was over. It’d been a while. And I stuck my head out of the door. But they weren’t gone. They’d just gotten in the elevator.”
“They saw you?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“What else?” I asked, sensing we were close to the full story. But not quite there yet.
“He made a… gesture,” she admitted.
“Show me,” I demanded.
Gnawing her lip, she dropped her drink into her lap, lifted her hand in a gun shape, and mimed shooting.
“At you?” I asked, hearing the guttural sound in my voice.
“Yes.”
“Fuckers,” I hissed, exhaling hard.
“Do you think they were there for me?” she asked.
In broad daylight?
“It’s hard to say,” I said instead of doubting her instincts. “I think it’s likely they came back, knowing the scene had been looked over already, and wanting to come through for another sweep. But I can’t rule out them wanting to… get in contact with you. Did they see you?”
“No. I mean… I don’t think so. The bald one, that’s the one who did the gesture,” she explained. “He had his back to me. So I turned and ran. And just… kept running. Until I was sure they couldn’t catch up to me. I’m… not a runner,” she admitted, wincing. “But we got pretty far. The problem was…”
“You had no phone to call for a ride-share. Or call the police. Or me.”
“Yeah,” she admitted. “It didn’t occur to me until I put some space between me and the whole thing that I could have bought a burner. Or gone to the police station. I just… came here.”
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I liked that.
That her instinct was to come to me. Even before the cops. That she trusted me more. Or, at least, wanted me more. Not, I figured, for safety. Because she didn’t know yet that I could provide that to her better than the cops could. But just because she wanted to be with me.
I liked that a fuckuva lot more than I could have realized until that moment.
“I’m glad you came here,” I told her. “At least I know you’re safe here.”
“Do you really think they might have been there for me? The longer I’ve been away from there, the less convinced I am that their appearance had anything to do with me.”
“I can’t give you a concrete answer on that,” I told her, shrugging apologetically. “What I can do, though, is go check things out over there,” I told her. “If you want.”
“Alone?” she asked, sounding choked up.
“Trust me, baby, I know how to handle myself.”
“But there are three of them.”
“I can handle myself against three of them,” I confirmed.
I mean, there were three of these fucks, close to their target, and he was still alive?
Yeah, I trusted my gun skills more than theirs, that was for sure.
“But…”
“I will be careful,” I told her. “I’ll just take a look around, see if they’re still there, if they ripped the police tape, that kinda thing.”
“I could com—“
“I’d rather you stay here where I know you’re safe,” I cut her off.
“I know it’s a lot to—“
“It’s really not,” I said, shaking my head at her. “If you want, I can grab your phone for you too. Know I feel weird as fuck when I don’t have mine.”
“Actually, yeah, that would be great,” she said, finding her keys, and holding them out toward me.
Could I have taken them from her without brushing my fingers over her skin? Sure, I could. Did I, though? No fucking way. I didn’t want to miss the way her shy gaze skittered away, how she looked just the slightest bit flushed.
It was cute as fuck.
I wasn’t going to feel bad about wanting to see how she reacted to me.
“Do you need anything else?” I asked, pocketing her keys.
“No, I think the phone is good enough. Just so we can get home later,” she said, and I wasn’t making up the tension in her voice when she said that.
Home, right now, didn’t feel safe to her.
And while I wanted to just go ahead and tell her that she could run away from that, that she could just stay with me, I knew she wasn’t going to do that.
Not unless she had a really good reason, anyway. She was too used to all of her creature comforts.
“Alright. I will go check this out real quick, grab your phone, then get back here. Feel free to look around. There’s not much to eat, but we can order when I get back,” I said, leaving the option open for her to hang a while.