“Shit. No. I left it.” My jaw tightens. It’s a good thing her new bag is already wrapped, she’ll need it now. “I wasn’t thinking about anything except getting you out of there.”
“It’s okay. It was just supplies anyway. And the money?”
I shake my head.
“Oh well. None of that matters anyway.”
In the next fifteen minutes, Blake signs her life away, is handed a stack of print-outs, and we’re sent on our way.
I make her sit in the waiting area while I pull the car up and then help her into the passenger seat. Of course, she huffs and puffs the entire time that she doesn’t need help.
As soon as I sit, my phone rings. “It’s Leon,” I tell Blake.
“Put it on speaker.”
“Lee, we just got in the car, heading home now. What’s up?”
“The house is empty… Cops are gone, no sign of the girl either. Hold on?—”
There’s a shuffle and Falin’s on the other end. “Blake, are you okay?”
Blake grabs the phone. “I’m fine, I’m so sorry I scared you. Are you guys okay?”
Falin scoffs. “Don’t deflect. We’re perfectly fine over here. You’re sure? Because if you’re lying, I’ll have to come kick you ass.”
“She’s not lying,” I say as Blake lets out a low laugh.
“So Lexi is gone?” she asks Falin, even though Leon already told us the answer. I think Blake’s almost hoping she still needs our help.
“Yup, no sign of her. Hopefully, she’s long gone.”
Good. Let her disappear.
“Anyway, I’ll let you two lovebirds go enjoy the rest of your night. See you tomorrow?” Falin asks.
Blake squeezes my thigh. “I’ll let you know.”
Once she hits end, her hand trails higher on my thigh, and she says in a mischievous tone. “One good thing to come out of this night. If we want a reason to skip the Shea’s tomorrow, I can claim concussion pain.”
I shake my head and smirk, knowing she’d never actually do that unless she was on her deathbed. But it’s fun to entertain the thought.
“Or I can just keep you tied up in bed and not let you leave.”
Her fingers dance across the tight bulge straining in my pants. “Or that.”
CHAPTER SIX
DAMON
The drive home is quiet.Blake’s eyes keep drifting closed, then snapping back open like she’s fighting to stay awake. I’m still a nervous wreck, my chest is tight, and I’m so ready to have Blake all to myself, to keep her safe and cared for, knowing not a single thing can happen to her.
“You can rest,” I tell her, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing circles on her thigh. “They said it’s okay as long as someone’s monitoring you.”
“Let me guess, you’re going to watch me sleep?” she asks, her voice husky.
“If you thought I never let you out of my sight before, just wait.”
“Stalker,” she says with a chuff.
