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night,
Shayla.”
“You too.”
She pressed the unlock button on her
keychain remote.
“If you would like, I can follow you to your
hotel…make sure you get there safely,” Donovan offered.
“Thanks, but I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, but then I’d be left wondering if you
made it okay.” Unbeknownst to her, Donovan would be following her
anyway in order to report back to Carter, but she wouldn’t know
that.
“How about I call you when I get there?”
“What if you forget?”
Shayla laughed. “I won’t forget.”
Donovan grunted. “Okay, but as soon as you
make it to your room, call me.”
“I will.” Shayla thanked him for dinner
again, opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat. “I’ll see you
back at the office next week.”
“Okay.” Donovan pushed the door shut for
her, watching her start her engine. When she drove off, he jogged
to his car so that he could be minutes behind her on the road
because he would sit in the parking lot of her hotel and watch her
again tonight.
* * *
Shayla sat alone in her car at the hotel.
She’d shut off the engine, took her purse from the driver seat and
placed it on her lap. Before she could get out of the car, tears
sprang from her eyes, the same as every night this week. It was
happening so often, it seemed to be an involuntary action. She
moved away from Carter and started her life over. Why was she still
upset to the point of tears?
She buried her face in her hands and cried
her eyes out. She knew why Carter didn’t want to be with her—knew
she wasn’t good enough for him. That was a hard thing for a woman
or anyone to come to terms with. For her, it was especially
difficult because Carter was the only man, besides Jacob, that
she’d loved and felt comfortable with. And he didn’t want her…
The melodic tapping on the window startled
her. Shayla jumped and felt her heart rate increase. With flooded
eyes, she turned to see who it was and there was Donovan, standing
there. She thought she’d left him at the restaurant.
“Shayla, unlock the door,” he told her.
She did as he asked, then stepped out.
“Come here,” he said, reaching for her and
holding her in his embrace, her tears dampening his suit
jacket.
Shayla didn’t ask him what he was doing
there. She just fell into his arm and cried harder.
“It’s going to be okay,” Donovan told her,
consoling her and rubbing her back. His concern and care only made
her cry harder.
“Come on. Let me walk you to your room.” He
threw an arm around her shoulder then as they walked, she tearfully
told him her room number, taking a room keycard from her purse.
Unlocking the door and letting her pass,
Donovan watched her sit on the bed. Tears were dropping from her
eyes and she had the saddest face he’d ever seen on a woman.
He walked over and kneeled in front of her.
“Whatever’s bothering you, force it out of your mind, sweetheart,
because it’s not worth it.”
Shayla dabbed her eyes and hung her head
low. Her hair hid her face.
Donovan unbuckled her sandal straps and slid
her shoes off one-by-one. He stood, turned her covers back and
summoned her to get in the bed.
Once she was comfortably positioned, he
pulled the covers over her, tucking her in and caring for her.
“Just so you know, I’m not leaving until you’ve stopped
crying.”
More tears rolled from her eyes, then she
closed them and slowly began to relax.
Carter sure did a number on you ,
Donovan thought as he watched her fall asleep. He had to assume she
was somehow involved with Carter and when things went sour, she
left Charlotte. And it must’ve been pretty bad if leaving the city
was her only recourse. He looked at her again, watching her breathe
gentle and sweet. He eased up from the bed, slowly, so as not to
wake her. Then he took one of her room keycards, turned off the
lights and exited her room.
Chapter 9
“Good morning,” Donovan said sitting on
Shayla’s bed, watching her wake up. He’d
Shayla.”
“You too.”
She pressed the unlock button on her
keychain remote.
“If you would like, I can follow you to your
hotel…make sure you get there safely,” Donovan offered.
“Thanks, but I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, but then I’d be left wondering if you
made it okay.” Unbeknownst to her, Donovan would be following her
anyway in order to report back to Carter, but she wouldn’t know
that.
“How about I call you when I get there?”
“What if you forget?”
Shayla laughed. “I won’t forget.”
Donovan grunted. “Okay, but as soon as you
make it to your room, call me.”
“I will.” Shayla thanked him for dinner
again, opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat. “I’ll see you
back at the office next week.”
“Okay.” Donovan pushed the door shut for
her, watching her start her engine. When she drove off, he jogged
to his car so that he could be minutes behind her on the road
because he would sit in the parking lot of her hotel and watch her
again tonight.
* * *
Shayla sat alone in her car at the hotel.
She’d shut off the engine, took her purse from the driver seat and
placed it on her lap. Before she could get out of the car, tears
sprang from her eyes, the same as every night this week. It was
happening so often, it seemed to be an involuntary action. She
moved away from Carter and started her life over. Why was she still
upset to the point of tears?
She buried her face in her hands and cried
her eyes out. She knew why Carter didn’t want to be with her—knew
she wasn’t good enough for him. That was a hard thing for a woman
or anyone to come to terms with. For her, it was especially
difficult because Carter was the only man, besides Jacob, that
she’d loved and felt comfortable with. And he didn’t want her…
The melodic tapping on the window startled
her. Shayla jumped and felt her heart rate increase. With flooded
eyes, she turned to see who it was and there was Donovan, standing
there. She thought she’d left him at the restaurant.
“Shayla, unlock the door,” he told her.
She did as he asked, then stepped out.
“Come here,” he said, reaching for her and
holding her in his embrace, her tears dampening his suit
jacket.
Shayla didn’t ask him what he was doing
there. She just fell into his arm and cried harder.
“It’s going to be okay,” Donovan told her,
consoling her and rubbing her back. His concern and care only made
her cry harder.
“Come on. Let me walk you to your room.” He
threw an arm around her shoulder then as they walked, she tearfully
told him her room number, taking a room keycard from her purse.
Unlocking the door and letting her pass,
Donovan watched her sit on the bed. Tears were dropping from her
eyes and she had the saddest face he’d ever seen on a woman.
He walked over and kneeled in front of her.
“Whatever’s bothering you, force it out of your mind, sweetheart,
because it’s not worth it.”
Shayla dabbed her eyes and hung her head
low. Her hair hid her face.
Donovan unbuckled her sandal straps and slid
her shoes off one-by-one. He stood, turned her covers back and
summoned her to get in the bed.
Once she was comfortably positioned, he
pulled the covers over her, tucking her in and caring for her.
“Just so you know, I’m not leaving until you’ve stopped
crying.”
More tears rolled from her eyes, then she
closed them and slowly began to relax.
Carter sure did a number on you ,
Donovan thought as he watched her fall asleep. He had to assume she
was somehow involved with Carter and when things went sour, she
left Charlotte. And it must’ve been pretty bad if leaving the city
was her only recourse. He looked at her again, watching her breathe
gentle and sweet. He eased up from the bed, slowly, so as not to
wake her. Then he took one of her room keycards, turned off the
lights and exited her room.
Chapter 9
“Good morning,” Donovan said sitting on
Shayla’s bed, watching her wake up. He’d
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