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absolutely no effort to budge; Jared basically moved me.
We rode the elevator and I could almost see and smell the fire blazing in his eyes. Jared was the maddest I’d seen him, and even if I hadn’t known him for long, I’d be surprised if he could possibly look any angrier.
Jared unlocked the door and opened it; he grabbed his gun, which I discovered he kept under his jacket in one of those strap-on vests, and motioned for me to stay put. I nodded and waited as Jared quickly went around my house, turning lights on and checking everywhere to make sure there were no intruders or unwelcome packages.
“From now on, until the case is solved, I’m not taking any more chances with you, understood?”
I nodded and walked into my apartment.
“Go take a shower; I’ll call Aidan and then I’ll take one. If you see anything out of place, you let me know, okay?”
“Will do, Jared. Will we be driving to the station later on or can I put on pajamas?”
“You won’t be leaving your apartment unless it’s necessary, so your pj’s will be just fine.”
“I am going in to work tomorrow, right?” I half-asked, half-stated; there was no way I’d become a hermit.
“I’ll have to clear it with Aidan, but if I’m tagging along and we check every package you receive, I don’t see why not.”
“Good,” I replied with relief.
I went to my bathroom and took a long hot shower. I was in shock, so I didn’t really grasp the fact that someone had tried to run me over. My mind was cloudy; everything seemed surreal; I felt like I was in a Dalí painting.
I dried myself and changed into my comfy pajamas. Jared was on the phone with Aidan; I could tell due to his shouting; his voice was crystal clear, even if he was in a police station a few miles away. Jared was fuming and looked like he was about to punch a wall, certainly leaving a hole in it. I hoped he wouldn’t do that.
Ten minutes of swearing, arguing, apologizing and final witty remarks later, Jared hung up and shook his head at me.
“I’m taking a shower and then, we’re talking. Stay alive while I do so, okay?”
I nodded and rolled my eyes. I sat on the couch and watched TV. I heard the shower run, then stop. Jared entered the living-room wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. I pretended not to notice his nakedness, but I could feel my cheeks burning. He had an amazing body, which included a six-pack and well defined muscular arms. My mind unavoidably produced thoughts I didn’t really want to have regarding a man I’d never sleep with, so I had to concentrate extra hard on the news to actually take my attention from Jared’s lean body as he searched his bag for his clothes. Which wasn’t easy, as his back was ripped.
After finding boxers, a shirt and sweatpants, he left the living-room, returned three minutes later dressed, with wet hair, and he sat on the couch next to me. The fact that he wasn’t seating on the floor like earlier that day made me assume this would be a much more serious conversation.
“Sam,” Jared started, but before he could say anything else, his cell phone rang. He answered the phone and his look went from semi-serious to dead-serious. His eyes conveyed shock and the slightest bit of sadness. Jared was concerned by whatever news he’d received, and he gazed quickly at me but avoided direct eye-contact, so I knew it had to do with me.
Jared mumbled into the phone and hung up. He looked at me and sighed; whatever information he had to give would affect me, and he knew it.
“What?” I asked impatiently.
Jared took a deep breath.
“Sand ra is dead.”
I blinked in a sign of confusion. It had sounded as if Jared had said that Sandy was dead. But that was impossible. Because…It was simply impossible.
“Sam?” Jared asked, staring at me with worried eyes. “You’re pale. Are you feeling okay?”
I tried talking, but no sounds left my mouth when I opened it. I could feel my pressure dropping, so I lounged
We rode the elevator and I could almost see and smell the fire blazing in his eyes. Jared was the maddest I’d seen him, and even if I hadn’t known him for long, I’d be surprised if he could possibly look any angrier.
Jared unlocked the door and opened it; he grabbed his gun, which I discovered he kept under his jacket in one of those strap-on vests, and motioned for me to stay put. I nodded and waited as Jared quickly went around my house, turning lights on and checking everywhere to make sure there were no intruders or unwelcome packages.
“From now on, until the case is solved, I’m not taking any more chances with you, understood?”
I nodded and walked into my apartment.
“Go take a shower; I’ll call Aidan and then I’ll take one. If you see anything out of place, you let me know, okay?”
“Will do, Jared. Will we be driving to the station later on or can I put on pajamas?”
“You won’t be leaving your apartment unless it’s necessary, so your pj’s will be just fine.”
“I am going in to work tomorrow, right?” I half-asked, half-stated; there was no way I’d become a hermit.
“I’ll have to clear it with Aidan, but if I’m tagging along and we check every package you receive, I don’t see why not.”
“Good,” I replied with relief.
I went to my bathroom and took a long hot shower. I was in shock, so I didn’t really grasp the fact that someone had tried to run me over. My mind was cloudy; everything seemed surreal; I felt like I was in a Dalí painting.
I dried myself and changed into my comfy pajamas. Jared was on the phone with Aidan; I could tell due to his shouting; his voice was crystal clear, even if he was in a police station a few miles away. Jared was fuming and looked like he was about to punch a wall, certainly leaving a hole in it. I hoped he wouldn’t do that.
Ten minutes of swearing, arguing, apologizing and final witty remarks later, Jared hung up and shook his head at me.
“I’m taking a shower and then, we’re talking. Stay alive while I do so, okay?”
I nodded and rolled my eyes. I sat on the couch and watched TV. I heard the shower run, then stop. Jared entered the living-room wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. I pretended not to notice his nakedness, but I could feel my cheeks burning. He had an amazing body, which included a six-pack and well defined muscular arms. My mind unavoidably produced thoughts I didn’t really want to have regarding a man I’d never sleep with, so I had to concentrate extra hard on the news to actually take my attention from Jared’s lean body as he searched his bag for his clothes. Which wasn’t easy, as his back was ripped.
After finding boxers, a shirt and sweatpants, he left the living-room, returned three minutes later dressed, with wet hair, and he sat on the couch next to me. The fact that he wasn’t seating on the floor like earlier that day made me assume this would be a much more serious conversation.
“Sam,” Jared started, but before he could say anything else, his cell phone rang. He answered the phone and his look went from semi-serious to dead-serious. His eyes conveyed shock and the slightest bit of sadness. Jared was concerned by whatever news he’d received, and he gazed quickly at me but avoided direct eye-contact, so I knew it had to do with me.
Jared mumbled into the phone and hung up. He looked at me and sighed; whatever information he had to give would affect me, and he knew it.
“What?” I asked impatiently.
Jared took a deep breath.
“Sand ra is dead.”
I blinked in a sign of confusion. It had sounded as if Jared had said that Sandy was dead. But that was impossible. Because…It was simply impossible.
“Sam?” Jared asked, staring at me with worried eyes. “You’re pale. Are you feeling okay?”
I tried talking, but no sounds left my mouth when I opened it. I could feel my pressure dropping, so I lounged
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