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For the next two hours he
took care of paperwork, lining up other jobs and making
notes on completed ones. His phone buzzed and he hit the
button with the pen. “Yes?”
“Could you come down here
please?”
Adam didn’t hesitate, he
wasn’t fond of the tremor in her voice. “On my way.” He
grabbed his Glock, made sure the magazine was full, and
shoved it in the back of his waistband as he hurried to the
door. He took the stairs and pushed through the door to find
his sister-in-law sitting at her desk, watching for him.
Scanning the area, he didn’t see anyone and met her gaze
once more.
“What’s going on?”
“There’s someone here to
see you.”
Another look around their
waiting room. No one was there. “Who are you talking about,
Karen?”
The door to the bathroom
opened and a small figure stepped out, ball cap pulled low
over the face, so he couldn’t tell who it was.
“Her.”
He ran another perusal of
her. Her fear was obvious and her suspicion. He glanced back
to Karen, who shook her head to his unasked question of why
she called him. Derek had a way of making women feel safe,
he was the lighthearted one. Not Adam.
“She asked for you by
name,” Karen whispered, answering the question as to why it
was him.
Raking a hand through his
hair, he stepped forward. “You asked to see me?” he queried,
willing her to lift her gaze.
She raised a hand and
removed her hat, simultaneously tilting her chin. Dark red
curls tumbled free as he was speared by a pair of emerald
green eyes he never thought he’d see again in his lifetime.
His lungs were empty and it took a moment for him to
comprehend, his brain reminding him to breathe.
“Shelly Marie?” Surely it
had to be a mistake he was seeing her before him.
“I know I’m the last
person you want to see, Adam, but I need your help.” That
pink tongue of hers darted out to dampen her lips. “Please.” |
