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Authors: Maddie Taylor
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hours ago. What happened?”
She gave him the run down quickly.
“Where was your escort while this was going on?”
“Uh… there was some kind of emergency and they didn’t have anyone avail—
“So you walked out alone in a dark parking garage at two-o’fuckin’-clock in the morning.” He exploded in an angry tone she’d never heard before. Then calmer he asked, “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” Her reply was wobbly.
Despite his reaction, hearing his voice settled her a bit, although she noted a rapid clicking by her ear, which made it hard to hear. Determining it was from her phone rattling against her earring, she realized she was trembling furiously. She put him on speaker and clasped her hands together.
“You don’t sound okay, baby, are you sure you aren’t hurt?”
“I’m scared, shaking and my palms are scraped from where I fell.” She could hear the rising panic. “I want to come home, but I have to wait for a guard to make a report. He got my wallet, Lucky, with my debit card, all my cash. I had about $75.”
“Deep breaths, Mara,” he ordered gently, waiting and listening as she took shuddering, stuttering gulps of air. “All of it can be replaced. I’m just thankful he didn’t hurt you.” There was a long pause. “We’ll talk more about it when you get home. Right now, I want you to get somewhere safe.”
Not listening well, she asked, “Are you mad at me?”
“Yes.”
Well, that was plain enough. “You should go back to sleep. I’m safe in my locked car.”
“Call security back and tell them you’re driving to meet them. Pick a well-lit area somewhere there are people. I want you out of that garage; the asshole could still be around.”
Instantly, she scanned the rearview mirror, continuously searching as she turned the key. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“I didn’t say it to scare you, baby, though it’s a possibility. Call me back when you get where you’re going.”
“You should be asleep. You’ve got to be up in a few hours.”
“I’ll go back to sleep when you’re safe at home. Now, do as I say and get to a safe place.”
“Okay.”
“I love you, Mara.”
“Love you too, Lucky. I’ll call you back in a minute.”
When she disconnected, she called security back and drove to the ER parking lot where she filed her report.
* * * * *
The clock in the living room read 3:37 when she let herself in and slumped against the door in exhaustion.
“Mara?” Sean called from the hallway.
“I’m home,” she called needlessly as he rounded the corner at the end of hall. Striding quickly toward her, she was in his arms the next second.
“I’m glad you’re home, nightingale. You had me worried.” His big hands cupped the back of her head and he kissed her, hard. His mouth opened over hers and his tongue dove inside, robbing her of breath and thought. When he lifted his lips several minutes later, he buried his head in her hair and held her in a crushing embrace. She clung to him, her legs weak and rubbery. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have crumpled to the floor. Shaky in the aftermath, his strong arms were going a long way in easing her anxiety.
As the embrace went on, she glanced at the clock again. 3:43. He’d been holding her for six minutes without saying another word.
“I’m okay, Sean, really,” she assured, squeaking a little as the iron bands around her chest tightened. He must have realized he was squishing her, because his arms eased. “I’m exhausted and need a shower before bed, babe.”
“Good idea. It will help relax you for sleep,” he murmured against her neck.
“I’m sorry I worried you. I should have waited for an escort. It was pretty dumb, huh?”
His head came up. She could read the relief on his face, although the tightness of his jaw, the gathered brows and downturned lips told her he wasn’t happy with her in the least. Like a parent whose child had bolted out into the street without
She gave him the run down quickly.
“Where was your escort while this was going on?”
“Uh… there was some kind of emergency and they didn’t have anyone avail—
“So you walked out alone in a dark parking garage at two-o’fuckin’-clock in the morning.” He exploded in an angry tone she’d never heard before. Then calmer he asked, “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” Her reply was wobbly.
Despite his reaction, hearing his voice settled her a bit, although she noted a rapid clicking by her ear, which made it hard to hear. Determining it was from her phone rattling against her earring, she realized she was trembling furiously. She put him on speaker and clasped her hands together.
“You don’t sound okay, baby, are you sure you aren’t hurt?”
“I’m scared, shaking and my palms are scraped from where I fell.” She could hear the rising panic. “I want to come home, but I have to wait for a guard to make a report. He got my wallet, Lucky, with my debit card, all my cash. I had about $75.”
“Deep breaths, Mara,” he ordered gently, waiting and listening as she took shuddering, stuttering gulps of air. “All of it can be replaced. I’m just thankful he didn’t hurt you.” There was a long pause. “We’ll talk more about it when you get home. Right now, I want you to get somewhere safe.”
Not listening well, she asked, “Are you mad at me?”
“Yes.”
Well, that was plain enough. “You should go back to sleep. I’m safe in my locked car.”
“Call security back and tell them you’re driving to meet them. Pick a well-lit area somewhere there are people. I want you out of that garage; the asshole could still be around.”
Instantly, she scanned the rearview mirror, continuously searching as she turned the key. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“I didn’t say it to scare you, baby, though it’s a possibility. Call me back when you get where you’re going.”
“You should be asleep. You’ve got to be up in a few hours.”
“I’ll go back to sleep when you’re safe at home. Now, do as I say and get to a safe place.”
“Okay.”
“I love you, Mara.”
“Love you too, Lucky. I’ll call you back in a minute.”
When she disconnected, she called security back and drove to the ER parking lot where she filed her report.
* * * * *
The clock in the living room read 3:37 when she let herself in and slumped against the door in exhaustion.
“Mara?” Sean called from the hallway.
“I’m home,” she called needlessly as he rounded the corner at the end of hall. Striding quickly toward her, she was in his arms the next second.
“I’m glad you’re home, nightingale. You had me worried.” His big hands cupped the back of her head and he kissed her, hard. His mouth opened over hers and his tongue dove inside, robbing her of breath and thought. When he lifted his lips several minutes later, he buried his head in her hair and held her in a crushing embrace. She clung to him, her legs weak and rubbery. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have crumpled to the floor. Shaky in the aftermath, his strong arms were going a long way in easing her anxiety.
As the embrace went on, she glanced at the clock again. 3:43. He’d been holding her for six minutes without saying another word.
“I’m okay, Sean, really,” she assured, squeaking a little as the iron bands around her chest tightened. He must have realized he was squishing her, because his arms eased. “I’m exhausted and need a shower before bed, babe.”
“Good idea. It will help relax you for sleep,” he murmured against her neck.
“I’m sorry I worried you. I should have waited for an escort. It was pretty dumb, huh?”
His head came up. She could read the relief on his face, although the tightness of his jaw, the gathered brows and downturned lips told her he wasn’t happy with her in the least. Like a parent whose child had bolted out into the street without
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