The noise sounded again. She shot another glance over her shoulder. Again, nothing.
She ran faster, sprinting down the path, pushing to get to the office cabin. It was in view. She was almost there.
When the noise sounded again but closer, she turned her head for the third time. When she looked back in front of her, she saw the large rock too late.
Her foot hit it hard, and she toppled over, landing on the ground with a thud. Pain erupted across her side, making her groan.
Jesus freaking Christ, that hurt.
She tugged her sweatshirt up to see a nasty scrape. It wasn’t bleeding, but her skin was red and raw.
Great. Just what her morning needed.
Her gaze lifted to the path behind her one more time. And nope, no one was there. Because no one waseverthere. She was just losing her goddamn mind.
With a groan, she pushed to her feet. It wasn’t just her side that hurt. Apparently, her entire body couldn’t handle a fall.
At least no one had seen. The embarrassment probably would have hurt her ego more than the scrape.
In the cabin, she pulled the office door closed behind her. Facing away from the door, she quickly tugged off her sweatshirt and switched her sports bra for a lacy black one. After toeing off her shoes, she stepped out of her leggings and pulled on a high-waisted skirt. She’d just done up the back when a knock sounded at the door.
She turned but didn’t have time to say anything before it was pushed open and Noah stood there, eyes wide as he took in her shirtless chest.
Noah parkedhis truck beside Addie’s black Jeep Cherokee.
She was early. Why? To get extra work done? Or did she suffer from the same kind of insomnia as him?
Yeah, right. He was pretty sure that kind of sleep was reserved solely for him.
He climbed out of his truck, his phone weighing heavy in his pocket. He was going to call Toby today. He’d almost called yesterday but just…hadn’t. The guy had made it obvious he was good at his job, so Noah just needed to man the hell up and call him. Yeah, he hated therapy, but maybe Toby would be different.
His mind conjured the image of Addie on the floor of the bar where he’d shoved her.
Yeah, he needed help and he needed help fast.
He stopped inside the reception area. The desk was empty. Where was Addie? Maybe back in the kitchen?
He knocked once on the office door before opening it.
His jaw immediately dropped, blood burning in his veins. Addie stood a few feet away, shirtless.
His mind blanked of everything but her. She wasn’t even naked, but it was like the sight of her short-circuited his damn brain.
Her ample breasts pushed up against the lacy material. Her skin was smooth and looked so damn soft that his fingers itched to touch her.
He bit back a curse.
He was staring. He was staring like a fucking scumbag. Great.
He was about to turn when something on her side had him pausing. “You’re hurt.”
She glanced down. “I had a little fall.”
“That’s not little.”
He moved over to the cupboard and pulled out the first aid kit.
Addie shook her head. “Noah, it’s nothing.”
