queasy himself when he asked, “Are you going to be sick?”
“No,” she replied, swallowing the word. “I’m okay.”
She definitely wasn’t okay. Caleb narrowed his eyes. “I’ll take you to the emergency room, or you can come with me and let me help you. Those are your only two options.” He wasn’t used to people not doing what he said, and he didn’t like it at all.
“Can’t go to emergency room,” she gasped. “He’ll find me.”
Caleb’s brow furrowed as he watched her. She was definitely concussed, and there was something else going on here.
“Come with me, Kelly. You have no reason to trust me, but you have no reason to think I’ll harm you either.”
“No.” She put both hands flat on her car for support.
“Kelly,” he urged, putting an arm around her waist again, since he was afraid she was going to fall down.
Finally, she slumped against him. And, since she didn’t argue anymore, he took that as her agreement. “My car is a couple of blocks away,” he said gently. “In the garage of my building.”
Kelly tottered beside him for half a block before her knees began to buckle. So, seeing no other available means of getting her to his car, Caleb swung her up into his arms and carried her the rest of the way.
He didn’t like it. It made him feel strange—as if the gesture were too clichéd, too heroic, too
something
. It didn’t suit him at all. The same way he’d felt making the call to Wes earlier that day.
But Kelly couldn’t walk anymore, and he had to get her to his car somehow. So he tried not to think too much about it.
Her body was soft and substantial in his arms. She was basically a dead weight—not trying to support herself or present a pretty picture. It made him feel uncomfortable. His chest felt too heavy and too tight all at once.
But his mind was whirling. There was a mystery here. So many unanswered questions.
After getting her into his car, he drove to his house outside of the city, since that would be less visible than his downtown apartment. Kelly was in and out of consciousness, but Caleb kept trying to keep her awake.
When he was stopped at a light, he glanced over and saw that her eyes were closed. So he picked up his phone and texted out a brief message to a guy he used to investigate things he didn’t want listed on the Vendella company books.
Find out more information about Kelly Watson. Focus on men she’s been in relationships with.
Kelly’s eyes were still closed when he put his phone back down and accelerated as the light turned green.
His mind was whirling with questions and possibilities.
He didn’t fully trust Kelly. He didn’t fully trust anyone. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
She obviously needed his help, and he liked that. But he needed to know her story in order to do anything about it.
When there were things he didn’t know, his world would start to spin out of control. And when things were out of control, he would have to resort to methods that were distasteful, unpleasant, in order to gain the upper hand.
He preferred not to have to do so.
He would if he had to, though. It was the reason he was sitting here now. He was willing to do what other men couldn’t. Wouldn’t.
And he never let weaker qualities like guilt or fear or morality get in his way.
Chapter 4
Kelly hadn’t intended to get quite so concussed.
The blow she’d taken to the head had been a bit harder than she had discussed with Jack Martin, the private investigator her mother had been working with. She’d contacted Jack that morning about what she needed to happen this evening. It was necessary for her to get roughed up a little, or else Caleb would never have believed the attack was real. But Kelly had been expecting a little knock on the head. Her concussion was supposed to be an act.
She hadn’t had to fake much of anything.
When her head had collided violently with the side of her car, Kelly had been temporarily dazed—then
“No,” she replied, swallowing the word. “I’m okay.”
She definitely wasn’t okay. Caleb narrowed his eyes. “I’ll take you to the emergency room, or you can come with me and let me help you. Those are your only two options.” He wasn’t used to people not doing what he said, and he didn’t like it at all.
“Can’t go to emergency room,” she gasped. “He’ll find me.”
Caleb’s brow furrowed as he watched her. She was definitely concussed, and there was something else going on here.
“Come with me, Kelly. You have no reason to trust me, but you have no reason to think I’ll harm you either.”
“No.” She put both hands flat on her car for support.
“Kelly,” he urged, putting an arm around her waist again, since he was afraid she was going to fall down.
Finally, she slumped against him. And, since she didn’t argue anymore, he took that as her agreement. “My car is a couple of blocks away,” he said gently. “In the garage of my building.”
Kelly tottered beside him for half a block before her knees began to buckle. So, seeing no other available means of getting her to his car, Caleb swung her up into his arms and carried her the rest of the way.
He didn’t like it. It made him feel strange—as if the gesture were too clichéd, too heroic, too
something
. It didn’t suit him at all. The same way he’d felt making the call to Wes earlier that day.
But Kelly couldn’t walk anymore, and he had to get her to his car somehow. So he tried not to think too much about it.
Her body was soft and substantial in his arms. She was basically a dead weight—not trying to support herself or present a pretty picture. It made him feel uncomfortable. His chest felt too heavy and too tight all at once.
But his mind was whirling. There was a mystery here. So many unanswered questions.
After getting her into his car, he drove to his house outside of the city, since that would be less visible than his downtown apartment. Kelly was in and out of consciousness, but Caleb kept trying to keep her awake.
When he was stopped at a light, he glanced over and saw that her eyes were closed. So he picked up his phone and texted out a brief message to a guy he used to investigate things he didn’t want listed on the Vendella company books.
Find out more information about Kelly Watson. Focus on men she’s been in relationships with.
Kelly’s eyes were still closed when he put his phone back down and accelerated as the light turned green.
His mind was whirling with questions and possibilities.
He didn’t fully trust Kelly. He didn’t fully trust anyone. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
She obviously needed his help, and he liked that. But he needed to know her story in order to do anything about it.
When there were things he didn’t know, his world would start to spin out of control. And when things were out of control, he would have to resort to methods that were distasteful, unpleasant, in order to gain the upper hand.
He preferred not to have to do so.
He would if he had to, though. It was the reason he was sitting here now. He was willing to do what other men couldn’t. Wouldn’t.
And he never let weaker qualities like guilt or fear or morality get in his way.
Chapter 4
Kelly hadn’t intended to get quite so concussed.
The blow she’d taken to the head had been a bit harder than she had discussed with Jack Martin, the private investigator her mother had been working with. She’d contacted Jack that morning about what she needed to happen this evening. It was necessary for her to get roughed up a little, or else Caleb would never have believed the attack was real. But Kelly had been expecting a little knock on the head. Her concussion was supposed to be an act.
She hadn’t had to fake much of anything.
When her head had collided violently with the side of her car, Kelly had been temporarily dazed—then
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