The thought didn’t help calm my nerves as I reached the gate and tried to duck through the same narrow opening.
They wouldn’t really hurt me… would they?
My coat snagged on a rough wire.
The fabric held tight, yanking me to a stop.
Engines revved, and I risked a look over my shoulder while trying to yank my coat free from the gate.
The betrayal on Rafe’s face created a gaping wound in my chest.
Well, there went my hope.
I wasn’t ready to take a risk on his emotions calming enough for a conversation.
Not when I was alone in the middle of the night with no weapon and no backup coming to save my sorry ass.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
For the first time since this whole clusterfuck began, I actually needed Captain Delaney’s cavalry.
They were probably back at the station, laughing as they ran a commentary on my epic screwup and hasty retreat.
I yanked hard on my coat.
The fabric tore, sending me sprawling on the asphalt and putting the gate between me and the three men who’d become my entire world.
The streetlights cast eerie shadows that danced and twisted in a macabre rendition of the guilt eating away at my insides.
A stitch of pain curled me into the fetal position.
I didn’t have time for this.
I forced my palms onto the icy ground and worked my way onto my hands and knees as I gasped for breath that somehow refused to fill my lungs.
The sound of engines faded.
They must be having to go around to another exit.
Or they’d decided to leave me alone.
Which did I want more?
I wasn’t safe.
They might be circling around to cut me off.
Screwed.
I wassoscrewed.
And not in the way I preferred.
How the hell did my mind still turn sexual even when I was in the deepest throes of danger?
I pushed my way to my feet and stumbled forward.
My vision blurred as tears of anger, disappointment, and fear skated down my frozen cheeks.
