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“I am going to be around as well. I am going to check the street. Look for any cameras. If I find them, maybe bribe the footage from the building owners. See if I can come up with a face.”

“Okay,” she agreed, shoulders relaxing at the idea that I was going to be nearby. “And then I will ride home with you. No more going anywhere alone.”

“Agreed,” she said immediately. “Hey Brock?” she called as I made my way to the door.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for coming when I called.”

This was where I was supposed to say something likeThat’s the joborThat’s what you pay me for.

But I didn’t want to make the distinction.

“Anytime you call me, baby, I will come.”

And with that, I was out. Before I could say anything else that was going to further muddy an already murky connection between us.

I had to try to focus on the job.

No matter my growing feelings for the client.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Miranda

I hadn’t been that hurt.

Just… terrified.

I mean, it was every woman’s worst nightmare to be grabbed and pulled down an alley. Your mind couldn’t help but run through all the horrific things that could possibly happen to you when someone with bad intentions got you alone.

I’d never felt bone-deep terror like I did in that moment or two.

Sure, waking up in a hospital, confused, then being forced into a psych hold had been its own horror show, but at least I knew I wassafein that scenario.

Being grabbed and slammed against a wall was a whole other thing entirely.

I swear my mind raced through fifty different scenarios so fast I felt like I was spinning. It overwhelmed me so entirely that I didn’t even think to scream. Not that a scream would necessarily mean anyone would come to my aid. People were routinely attacked on crowded subways and no one did anything about it.

Humans, it turned out, were pretty much selfish and heartless that way.

But just as soon as it started, it was over, and I was running out of the alley with blood trickling down my face.

The security at my work had been quick to ask questions, to rush outside to see if anyone was lurking about.

But I was in a rush to get upstairs, to get to my office so I felt safe again.

And who did I call?

Not the police.

Brock.

In my most terrified moment, he was who I wanted to reach out to. He was who I wanted at my side.

Sure, I could lie and tell myself that it was because he was my investigator, he was being paid to figure out who was doing this to me. Or that I was comforted by his ex-military training.

Those were even factors.


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