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“Nice,” I said dryly.
She shrugged. “The big man with the scar thought so too.”
“Max came? I expected Gabe,” I said as I followed her into the room.
“They did come. They also fixed my door for free.”
Max and Gabe were members of Free. They were both ex-Army, and helped run a secret side business that helped women get out of abusive situations that they found themselves in. They never asked for anything in return, and they’d been there a lot for the club’s needs in the past months.
Gabe had said he’d get to the system as soon as he could, but I hadn’t expected him to fix the door, too.
“How’d he fix the door?” I asked.
I hadn’t seen any other way to fix it besides hack the top half of the door off, but I also wasn’t a carpenter.
“He got a saw thing and hacked the top half of it off,” She explained.
I closed my eyes, and then laughed for the first time since this morning.
“Shit,” I said. “I could’ve done that!”
“He said you could, but he also said you caught a bad call this afternoon, so he’d do it for you,” she said quietly.
I looked absently at my wrist. 2130 hours. I’d spend over nine hours at that crime scene. I’d spoken with neighbors. Searched through their house. Talked with the first responders. The medical examiner. The paramedics on scene. Then the chief.
Needless to say, this day had been utter shit, and it was about to get worse.
“I need to talk to you, honey.” I said gruffly.
“Have you had dinner?” She interrupted.
I shook my head. “No, but I really do need to talk to you.”
She started going through her fridge and pulling out the mixings for a salad, a Tupperware full of what looked to be spaghetti, and a beer.
She handed me the beer, and shoved the Tupperware in the microwave before putting some salad in a bowl, all the while studiously ignoring the large elephant in the room.
“My mom died during Hurricane Katrina,” she blurted.
I blinked at her for a few seconds before I apologized. “I’m sorry, Channing. That had to be awful.”
She shrugged. “It is what it is. My dad checked out after that, left me and my brother alone to drive 18-wheelers. He had to work his ass off to support us. I’ve been alone a very long time.”
My stomach started to sink as the point of her conversation started to hit home.
“Channing...” I started.
“I know you think that’s for the best. And I’ll give you the days. I won’t look at you. I won’t talk to you. I won’t text you. But I need the nights. I need the nights, or this is overbefore we take it any further. Don’t leave me, too,” she whispered, and a fresh trail of tears started running down her cheeks.
I walked hastily towards her and cupped her face in my hands. “I only want you safe.”
She shook her head quickly. “I know. I will be. I’ll do everything you tell me to do. But please, don’t leave me. Not again.”
Fuck. How could I say no to that?
That’s right, I had no backbone when it came to a crying woman.
Instead of going through all the reasons this was a horrible idea, I wrapped her into my arms and hugged her to me tightly.
