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He’d walked out of the bedroom. She hadn’t actually seen him walk out the front door. Had Connel McDade spent the night on her couch? No. Why would he…? Because he wanted his people to think he was a stud? No, he didn’t care what people thought. If he wanted to be a stud, his efforts in the playroom when there was an audience would prove his prowess.
Thank God Lachlan hadn’t come over before Strat. Her brother had left a voicemail when she was in the shower, but she’d already texted him to say she was alive and well.
“I’m going to work,” she said to neither of them specifically. “I want to check my email, see if any of my efforts bore fruit.”
“You can’t check your work email here?” Strat asked.
She smiled. “I can. I just don’t want to.”
On the night of the attack, her intention was to spend the night at Stag. She had cash in her purse, but not her wallet or cards. Which was great, given her purse was long gone. Lachlan got her a new key for her apartment. Everything was as it should be. Wasn’t it?
“Need a ride?” Strat asked.
“We have a car,” Daly said.
“So does Strat,” she said, heading for the door. “I’ll get in the car with him.”
She could get a cab, but Strat was her friend. She wasn’t trying to send him a message.
As soon as they were in the car, he asked, “What happened?”
“Oh, God, you know,” she said, putting on her seatbelt as he got them going. “I’m so sick of that question.”
“McDade came over?”
“Yes,” she said. “In the middle of the damn night.”
Though, in fairness, she didn’t know exactly what time it had been.
“Seemed like you didn’t know he was there this morning.”
“I thought he went home,” she said. “I told him to go home.”
“You told him to leave?”
“Yes.”
“And he didn’t force the issue?”
Shifting in her seat, she angled toward him. “Why are people always so surprised he’s not violent with me? No, he didn’t force the issue. He could’ve, but no. I told him to go, and I thought he did.”
“But he stayed.”
“Apparently.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Not really,” she said, flipping down the visor to check her eye in the mirror. “But what am I going to do about it? It’s done.”
“Daly and his people are following us.”
Flipping around, she looked over the shoulder of the chair. Yep, the Bentley was tailgating.
“Shit.”
“There’s a whole van full of guys behind it,” he said. “Ire’s serious about protecting you.”
“Protecting me from what, exactly? Evander followed me around for years. Never once did anyone gunning for the Manzanis come for me.”
