Page 32 of My Escort (A Different Kind of Escort)

I get in and hear a ding like a message alert on a cell, but it’s not mine.

My eyes snap to the windshield as Brett moves in front of it. He pulls off his tie and jacket before getting into the vehicle. He closes the door and tosses his things on the back seat.

There’s another ding.

His eyes snap to the glovebox, then to me.

“It’s not me,” I say, lifting my hands.

His cell rings. After a couple of weeks of being around him, I know the tone.

He reaches back, retrieves his phone from his jacket, and answers it.

“Yeah?” He stares out the windshield, listening. “Hang on.”

He reaches in front of me and pops the glovebox open. He pulls out a cell, the one that’s been dinging, and slams the glove box shut. He checks the new phone.

“Where are you?” he asks the person on the phone. “I’m in Sarasota.” His eyes flash to mine. “No. I can’t make it.” He nods. “I’ll send it now.” He clicks his cell off and types something into the glovebox phone before tossing it back where it came from.

Every time he leans over me, I get a whiff of his masculine scent. It’s almost enough to detour me from the obscure call.

Almost.

He looks up at me. “Ready?”

Brows raised, I reply, “Sure.”

He puts the car in drive, and we head out to the road.

It remains silent for most of the ride. My brain wanders to the first time I was in this vehicle with him.

I was so scared and hurt. Every muscle in my body ached. I knew the life I had for the past three years was about to change. I didn’t know what I was going to do or where I would go.

Still, like now, I felt safe.

Something about him calms me.

He doesn’t have to say anything.

His company is all I need.

It leads me to believe that it’s from that dreadful night.

Like a knight in shining armor, he came to my rescue.

No. There must be more to it. I’m not a damsel in distress. Granted, I was that night, but I’m not today.

Then again, maybe I am.

I asked him to come with me.

While I didn’t need to say it out loud, we both knew why.

I was afraid of running into Glenn.

Yet again, Brett came to my rescue.

Why, though?

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