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The sound of sirens echoed from nearby.
“I told you the police would get here quick. Hold on.”
I pressed the gas pedal and merged withtraffic. A fleet of cop cars raced on the other side of the street. At the third light, I took a left and pulled into the underground parking.
“We’re staying at a hotel three blocks from the salon?”
“Yes, it’s my hotel room.”
“It’s only three blocks away from the salon.”
“That’s correct.”
“Three blocks.”
“I promise, you’ll be safe.”
She shook her head, and I glanced at her from the side as I slid into my parking spot. “What can I help you understand, Grace?”
“How do you come to the salon, looking like you do, and not call or text or…anything?” she stuttered.
“From what I remember, you liked what you saw.”
“Hunter, can you be serious?”
“Doesn’t change the facts.”
She puffed out a frustrated breath.
I clicked her seatbelt free and took her hand into mine. She was trembling. “I came to your salon straight from the airport. My brother James left the car for me, and I’m hoping he didn’t forget about the clothes in my room. Come on, let’s get changed before you catch pneumonia.”
I got out of the car, walked around, opened her door, and took her hand. She shook in the elevator, so I wrapped my arms around her and held her all the way to the suite. I stepped in front of the door panel to scan my retina.
The lock clicked open, and I pushed the door, letting her through. She stepped inside and wrapped her arms around herself again.
“You’re safe here, Grace.” I walked past her. “And we both need a proper shower.”
She turned and walked in front of me, blocking my way. “I’m not showering with you.”
I swept the dreads off my eyes. “You were willing to at the salon.”
“That’s when I thought you were—”
“A caveman?” I lifted a brow. “You prefer cavemen, Grace?”
She jerked back, and her brows drew together.“Not a caveman—a bear. I thought you looked like a bear with all that hair over you.” Her cheeks flushed bright red. “They didn’t have razors where you’ve been? Or showers?”
“No razors. I fell off my scooter on the way to the airport with your mother.”
“My mother?” She set her hands on her hips and began pacing across the room, shivering. “How did my mother end up wherever you were?”
“You’d have to ask her that, but she’s the one who came to Costa Rica to get me.”
“Let me guess. You had no cellphone.”
“I lived off the grid.”
“She had to get you againwhy?”
