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“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
She let him go long enough to hold her arms out to her sides, indication of him storming in and getting up in her shit.
Yeah. He could see that. He wouldn’t want to tell her either, if someone did something to him that was that whacked.
She then wrapped her arms around him again, and said, “Also, I think denial. I didn’t see what she sent, but we adopted Frosty and Cheddar this weekend, and it hit even closer to home. If I could pretend it wasn’t a big deal, I wouldn’t have to deal with the fact it absolutely is.”
And yeah. He got through.
Thank Christ.
“We’re on it now,” he assured.
“Okay.”
He pulled slightly away, and she looked up at him.
“You good to go home? Paul’s here. If you’re good, might as well go.”
“I could take off. Let me close down and grab my stuff.”
He bent and touched his mouth to hers then let her go.
She went to her office.
He went to the door and opened it. Rocco and Hudson filed in.
But it was Rocco who informed him, “We heard everything. Impossible not to. Just so you know, you were right about how we need to do our work. And we’ll get on that.”
Hale nodded to Rocco then texted Paul they were coming down.
Elsa came out, wearing her white trench coat and carrying her purse, her laptop bag over her shoulder.
And he paid a lot of attention as they walked from building to car.
The only threats he felt were the photographers taking pictures of them.
But she could be out there.
She probablywasout there.
And he didn’t like it.
* * *
Heath
He had his orders.
So he made the call.
A man with an accent answered.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Vaughan?”
“Yes, Heath,” Rhys Vaughan, Corey Szabo’s man, replied.
