Page 3 of Hidden Obsession

That pulled her out of her stupor. “No. I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the hospital for a scraped knee. A warm shower and a band-aid will sort me out.”

Emme sighed. “Cleo, you were attacked. You need to report it to the police.”

“What good would it do? I can’t identify the man. I don’t have enemies, it’s a one-off incident. I’m fine. There’s no need to make a fuss.”

“Mason, talk some sense into her please?”

“Not sure that’s possible, but I’ll try.” Mason disconnected the call and took a deep breath. “I think you should report it and get checked out but it’s your call. You’re an adult and I can’t make you. What do you want to do?”

Bless the man. “Drive me home, Mason. I’ll be fine.”

He was clearly against the idea but had the good sense not to say anything.

The five minutes it took to drive to her apartment was enough to steady her and shake the fear that clung to her like slime. She couldn’t wait to have a hot shower to scrub the memory of the cold hands from her skin once and for all.

Mason parked in front of her building and got out before she could stop him. She exhaled, annoyed at the relief she felt. Of course, he would go all white knight on her. That was who he was. She saw how he looked around as he rounded the car, his hand on the gun tucked in the back of his jeans. He looked stern and fierce and sexy as hell. It helped to reassure her, not that she would ever admit it.

Finally, he opened her door and offered his hand. Any other time, she would have scoffed, but it was a sweet move, and she needed to touch him, so she indulged herself. Mason’s presence steadied her—not that she wanted to explore the reasons why right now.

They reached her front door and she was about to let his hand go, and thank him for rescuing her, when she noticed a yellow post-it on her door.

Mason tensed and pulled her back but not before she saw what was written on it.

Can’t wait for the next time I can hold you in my arms in the rain, darling Cleo.