Those goddamn pictures had her so scared, she hadn’t been able to comprehend what was going on around her. Thankfully, Grant was able to push her out of the way just in time, but she’d hit her head pretty hard when they landed, damn near losing consciousness.
Fearful the car would come back for a second try, he’d scooped Brynnon into his arms and carried her straight into her condo. After making sure she was okay, he’d then called Derek back to explain what had happened.
“We should call the police.” There was a slight tremor present in her quiet voice.
Hearing her fear made Grant want to hunt down the bastard responsible and rip his fucking heart out.
“Derek’s on his way.”
“He’s not the police.”
“No.” Grant shook his head. “He’s better.”
The trepidation reflecting back at him settled like a brick of C4 in his gut. He understood her concerns with not calling DPD. Grant also got why she’d probably lost faith in his ability to protect her.
The image of that fucking car heading straight for her played through his mind again.Goddamn it!
He should have been with her. Hell, he should have gotten the mail for her or...
“This wasn’t your fault.”
Grant’s eyes rose to hers. “Never said it was.”
“You didn’t have to.” She sat the towel down onto the table. “I can tell that’s what you’re thinking.”
She sees too damn much.“I didn’t...” His low-pitched voice nearly cracked. Raising his hand to her face, he cupped her soft cheek and started again, “I didn’t think I was going to get to you in time.”
Wrapping her delicate fingers around his thick wrist, Brynnon stared back at him with laser focus. “But you did. You saved my life, Grant. Don’t lose sight of that.”
Jesus, he wanted to taste her again. Had thought of little else since sharing that first, mind-blowing kiss last night. From the radiating heat staring back at him, Grant knew she wanted it, too.
God, she was something else. Most women would be melted in a puddle of hysterical tears by now. Not Brynnon. No, his woman was strong. Fierce. And she...
What. The. Fuck?
Grant shot to his feet and went to the door, putting some much-needed space between them. She wasn’t his. No woman had been his. Not since—
“Grant? Are you okay?”
Concern laced her sweet voice, but Grant refused to look at her for fear he’d give in to his desire to take what he wanted. What he knew she was willing to give. Hell, the woman had nearly died less than an hour ago, but here she was, worried about him.
“You need to put that ice back on your head.”
The words came out much harsher than intended, making him feel like a complete asshat. He knew he was giving her a fuckton of mixed signals and felt like a total asshat because of it, butfuck.
As much as he wanted her—God, he couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman so much—Grant would not allow himself to act on his desires. Not now, while she was vulnerable and scared.
He may be a Grade-A prick, but he was not the kind of man to take advantage of a woman’s fragile, emotional state. No matter how badly he wanted her.
Grant heard Derek’s car before he saw it. A few seconds later, the computer geek parked his silver Hellcat in front of Brynnon’s condo.
“Hey, man,” the blond greeted Grant as he opened the door for his teammate. Carrying a pile of folders underneath one arm, he asked, “How is she?”
“Bump on the head and a little sore, but she says she’s fine.”
“Becausesheis.”
The sound of her voice had both men turning to see Brynnon walking toward them.
