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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] himself. His own phone sat like a stone on the arm of the sofa. He hadn t expected Alana to call him, even if she d said that she would. It wasn t like her, but damn if he wasn t seconds away from turning into Chase. He wanted her, and he knew she wasn t going to make it easy, but he needed to proceed with caution. He had a feeling that the more he pushed, the more she d push back. And while her snappy mouth and fierce personality were a huge part of her allure, he didn t want her to close him out before he even got in. But maybe& maybe he d swing by her hotel later, accidentally, of course. Did you get fitted for your tux yet? Chase asked, throwing his arm along the back of the couch. Please tell me I m not the only one who hasn t. I m pretty sure Mitch got it done already. No. Chandler laughed. The wedding s not until June. We have plenty of time A knock on his front door interrupted him. He started to move, but Chase got up, sliding his phone into his pocket. I ll see who it is. Have at it. Chandler leaned back as Chase disappeared from the room. He wasn t expecting anyone, but it could be Murray or one of the other guys who worked for him. But when his brother returned, rocking one hell of a what the fuck expression, he knew it couldn t be one of them. You have a guest. No shit, Chandler replied drily. Where is said guest? Chase eyed him strangely. Where I left her inside the foyer. Her? Chandler dropped his feet to the floor in surprise. Before Chase even continued, he already had a suspicion of who it could be. Do I even want to know why Chad s publicist is here? Chase demanded in a low voice. Ex, he muttered, putting his beer down on the coffee table. Chase made a face. Like the fact that she no longer works for Chad matters. What the hell& ? Whatever else his brother was saying was lost to him. Chandler left him standing in the living room as he made his way through the dining room. Curiosity was riding him hard. Alana had sought him out? Not even calling him, but coming to his house? Fuck yeah. Maybe this wouldn t be as hard as he thought. His curiosity turned to apprehension the moment he laid eyes on her. Alana stood with her back plastered to his front door, holding a black purse to her chest in the same manner she d held the file folder. Tiny strands of raven-colored hair wisped around a face that was way too pale. She was in another boxy, lackluster suit that seemed to swallow her whole. Her eyes were impossibly wide, the look about them wounded and scared. Are you okay? he demanded, his voice harsher than he intended. She flinched and croaked out, I m sorry. I didn t know where else to go. Sorry for what? He made sure his voice was softer this time as he approached her. What happened? Her lower lip trembled as she swallowed hard. I went home after work to get a few things and discovered that someone had broken into my apartment. Shit, he muttered, thrusting a hand through his hair. He would ve tailed her ass this evening, but watching Chad on the big screen was tradition. The muscles in the back of his neck tensed. But you re okay? She gave a quick jerk of her chin, but her face was still too pale. I should ve called, but No. It s okay. Did you call the police? When she nodded, he cursed again. Did they just take a report? Yes. I told them about the letters and my car, but there s really nothing they could do at the moment and I couldn t Go back to the hotel? She blinked. How& how did you& ? Of course, she said numbly. You ve been watching me. I ve been keeping an eye on you. There s a difference. Several moments passed as she seemed to let that sink in. I didn t know what to do. She drew in a deep breath that shuddered through her frame. I don t have anyone else& She trailed off, clamping her lips tightly together and shaking her head. Fuck, Alana. I told you not to stay in your apartment. You could ve been home when I know. I m sorry, but I didn t want to& Admit that there wasn t anyone she could go to. Shaking his head, he looked away for a second. Truth was, she could ve just been honest, but she was too damn stubborn for that. Are you sure you re okay? No one was there when you showed up? She shook her head. Apprehension flipped to anger in less than a second. Partly due to the fact that someone had been in her apartment again and also partly toward himself. He should ve fucking tailed her tonight. Alana drew in a shallow breath, drawing his stare. Everything was destroyed, Chandler my couch, curtains, furniture, and clothes. Food was pulled out of the fridge, emptied all over the floors and my bed. She broke off suddenly, her eyes blinking furiously. Everything. Looked like someone took a knife to it. I have rental insurance, but to do all that? And the letters I left them in the file on my desk. They were gone. At the sight of her valiantly holding back tears, something unhinged in his chest. Alana was strong and stubborn, but through the course of his career, he d seen people break over less things. Having her home broken into repeatedly and having her personal items destroyed was enough to put anyone in shock, especially someone like Alana, who would try to control the path of a tornado. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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