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After a few seconds, I checked my watch, surprised she hadn’t opened her office door. The receptionist had glanced in my direction at least six times, the last time immediately heading behind closed doors. I was antsy. Maybe they didn’t think I belonged here. Well, fuck ‘em. I was finally getting some help and I refused to allow anyone to stop me. When the girl returned less than a minute later, I’d finally had enough of being stonewalled.

Jerking up, I headed toward her. “Excuse me. Is there an issue with my appointment?”

She smiled, although there was a nervous tic in the corner of her mouth. “I’m sorry, Corporal Garcia. Ms. Garrington is running late. Her alarm didn’t go off.”

I sucked in my breath, actually allowing myself to smile. We had engaged in some very strenuous activities. “Okay. Thank you.” I headed toward the window, too anxious to continue sitting. At least the other two paintings I’d done overnight had turned out well, one of them enough so I was eager to show it to her. The product of her suggestion. It should make her happy that I was finally doing something productive.

I’d even put in a call to Phoenix, asking him if I could come over and see what he’d done with the sanctuary so far. Maybe I could lend a few hours a week to help. Maybe.

It was virtually impossible not to smile when I was around Chasity. She had a spark about her personality that was infused with so many emotions I could sit and listen to her talk for hours.

Even if she was chastising me half the time.

She certainly did have a mouth on her. I flexed my hand, thinking about when I’d spanked her. I’d planned on giving her a stern round of discipline given the scare she caused, but my mind had become preoccupied. Tonight would be different. I’d make certain she realized she was required to obey me. It was difficult not to chuckle. She would fight me all the way.

I remained where I was, uncertain how long I’d been daydreaming about sex. Laughing, I glanced at my watch and my gut constricted. Hell, no. She was now thirty-five minutes late and that wasn’t like her. Besides, she would have called me.

Unless she’s avoiding you.

Oh, hell, no. I wasn’t going down that ugly road again.

Snagging my phone from my pocket, I dialed her number. It rang four times then her voicemail came on. I wasn’t the kind of man to leave a message. Plus, my instinct was telling me something was wrong. I took long strides toward the receptionist desk for the second time, pounding on the counter.

“Miss. What is going on with Ms. Garrington?”

The girl looked at me sheepishly. “I really don’t have an update for her. She should be here any time.”

“It doesn’t take that long to drive from her place here.”

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

I could tell my sudden actions were terrifying her. I moved to the small opening, cocking my head. “I need to see someone in authority here.”

The girl’s lower lip quivered, but she didn’t react at first.

“Now!”

She jerked up, almost stumbling into her desk then fleeing behind the same closed door as before. I paced the area in front of the counter, hating myself for not grilling Gage even more.

What was she so afraid of?

Why had receiving roses put her on such an edge?

When another woman came out from behind the door, I snapped my head in her direction. “Do you have any information for me on Chasity?”

She had no expression on her face, but her eyes were a totally different story.

She was nervous, maybe frightened.

“My name is Shelly Cambridge. I’m the department administrator. Maybe we should talk in my office.”

“Why? It’s a simple question. Where the hell is she?”

While Shelly attempted to smile, the tic on the corner of her mouth confirmed my suspicions “You’re Corporal Garcia.”

“Yeah, so what?”

She came from behind the counter, taking me by the arm. I glared down at her hand, trying to keep my anger in check, allowing her to walk us further away from the receptionist.

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