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of here.”
She slumped against him and sobbed. “She was my only lead. It took me over a year to track her down.” She shook her head and swiped at tears that traveled down her cheeks. “I can’t live like this anymore. I need an…answers,” she cried harder.
“Okay, okay, calm down.” Quinn’s arms knit tightly around her. He placed a kiss against her temple and whispered calming words into her ear. He didn’t know who this woman was to Alandra. His main concern was to get her out of there. “I promise you. We’ll get answers, but right now we have to go. Whoever trashed her house might come back.”
Sucking in a deep breath, she nodded and wiped her remaining tears with her shoulder. Not used to seeing her so vulnerable, Quinn grasped her hand, kissed the back of it, and headed toward the bedroom door. They made it a couple of feet before Alandra stopped.
“Wait.”
She backed up and moved to the nightstand staring at a pile of books scattered on the floor near the bed. Quinn had no idea what she was looking for, but she shuffled them with her foot before bending down and picking one up.
An uncomfortable sensation Quinn couldn’t explain settled around him. He stepped to the doorway of the bedroom and listened. Hearing and seeing nothing still didn’t satisfy the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. His gaze went to Alandra.
“Let’s go. Now!”
She looked at him and he wasn’t sure if it was the tone in his voice or something she saw on his face, but she moved quickly toward him, shoving the items she’d collected into her bag.
Quinn practically dragged her down the stairs, knocking pictures off the wall and even skipping a couple of steps. The prickling feeling of unease grew stronger when they made it to the main level and a sense of urgency clawed at his peace of mind. He glanced out of the living room window. Seeing that the streets out front were clear except for his vehicle, they bolted out of the front door and sprinted to his truck. They were barely in before Quinn peeled away from the house.
Less than a block away an explosion lit up the sky behind them and the earth shifted, propelling his truck forward. What the hell? He looked back over his shoulder and then in his rearview mirror, not believing his eyes. Flames and debris clouded the block they were just on, and he saw people filtering out into the street. Seconds. They had only escaped by seconds.
****
Alandra hadn’t said a word since leaving Isabella’s house, still shocked they had escaped before the explosion and she couldn’t believe Isabella was dead. All the time she’d spent searching and she didn’t know much more than she had before finding her.
Quinn focused on the road. She was so glad he hadn’t forced her to talk during this ride. With all that had happened tonight, she didn’t want to think, let alone talk.
She glanced at him again in time to see him looking at her.
“Are you okay?”
All she could do was nod. Her stomach fluttered. The intensity in his eyes ripped her of all verbal ability. There was still something about this man that drew her like bees to honey.
Quinn pulled up in front of her apartment building and cut the engine. She reached for the door handle certain he would follow her. Knowing him, he wanted answers. Hell, she wanted some too and right now, she had more questions than answers.
“You don’t seem too surprised that I knew where you lived,” Quinn said, as they walked up the three concrete steps leading into her building. The brick structure housed sixteen one and two bedroom units on four floors.
“These days, you probably know more about me than I know about myself.” Tired, hungry, and frustrated, she longed for the pulsating pressure of a long hot shower and the comfort of her bed. She wasn’t in the mood to pitch a fit about him doing a background check on her, because she knew he had. She would tell him everything she knew about the time leading up to
She slumped against him and sobbed. “She was my only lead. It took me over a year to track her down.” She shook her head and swiped at tears that traveled down her cheeks. “I can’t live like this anymore. I need an…answers,” she cried harder.
“Okay, okay, calm down.” Quinn’s arms knit tightly around her. He placed a kiss against her temple and whispered calming words into her ear. He didn’t know who this woman was to Alandra. His main concern was to get her out of there. “I promise you. We’ll get answers, but right now we have to go. Whoever trashed her house might come back.”
Sucking in a deep breath, she nodded and wiped her remaining tears with her shoulder. Not used to seeing her so vulnerable, Quinn grasped her hand, kissed the back of it, and headed toward the bedroom door. They made it a couple of feet before Alandra stopped.
“Wait.”
She backed up and moved to the nightstand staring at a pile of books scattered on the floor near the bed. Quinn had no idea what she was looking for, but she shuffled them with her foot before bending down and picking one up.
An uncomfortable sensation Quinn couldn’t explain settled around him. He stepped to the doorway of the bedroom and listened. Hearing and seeing nothing still didn’t satisfy the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. His gaze went to Alandra.
“Let’s go. Now!”
She looked at him and he wasn’t sure if it was the tone in his voice or something she saw on his face, but she moved quickly toward him, shoving the items she’d collected into her bag.
Quinn practically dragged her down the stairs, knocking pictures off the wall and even skipping a couple of steps. The prickling feeling of unease grew stronger when they made it to the main level and a sense of urgency clawed at his peace of mind. He glanced out of the living room window. Seeing that the streets out front were clear except for his vehicle, they bolted out of the front door and sprinted to his truck. They were barely in before Quinn peeled away from the house.
Less than a block away an explosion lit up the sky behind them and the earth shifted, propelling his truck forward. What the hell? He looked back over his shoulder and then in his rearview mirror, not believing his eyes. Flames and debris clouded the block they were just on, and he saw people filtering out into the street. Seconds. They had only escaped by seconds.
****
Alandra hadn’t said a word since leaving Isabella’s house, still shocked they had escaped before the explosion and she couldn’t believe Isabella was dead. All the time she’d spent searching and she didn’t know much more than she had before finding her.
Quinn focused on the road. She was so glad he hadn’t forced her to talk during this ride. With all that had happened tonight, she didn’t want to think, let alone talk.
She glanced at him again in time to see him looking at her.
“Are you okay?”
All she could do was nod. Her stomach fluttered. The intensity in his eyes ripped her of all verbal ability. There was still something about this man that drew her like bees to honey.
Quinn pulled up in front of her apartment building and cut the engine. She reached for the door handle certain he would follow her. Knowing him, he wanted answers. Hell, she wanted some too and right now, she had more questions than answers.
“You don’t seem too surprised that I knew where you lived,” Quinn said, as they walked up the three concrete steps leading into her building. The brick structure housed sixteen one and two bedroom units on four floors.
“These days, you probably know more about me than I know about myself.” Tired, hungry, and frustrated, she longed for the pulsating pressure of a long hot shower and the comfort of her bed. She wasn’t in the mood to pitch a fit about him doing a background check on her, because she knew he had. She would tell him everything she knew about the time leading up to
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