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I stared at her, chills crossing over my whole body as if an angel’s wing was caressing my soul.
Pulling me from the Heavenly sensation, she suddenly pressed the cut to my stomach while maneuvering her body under my arm for support. Due to the pain it caused, I wanted to vomit but she didn’t stop. Without a word, she guided us through the crowd, trying to act as if I wasn’t using her as a crutch.
Once again, finding comfort in her company and being moments from dropping to my knees, my head leaned to the top of hers.
She chuckled to onlookers. “I’ve got a drunk one!”
Instead of screams from the patrons, cheers of celebration broke out.
I grinned again, thinking, I need to make a badass bitch like this my Old Lady. Then I remembered a promise to myself… to never have a liability… Mom.
We were now in the hallway where the music wasn’t as overpowering, so she was able to hear me. On the down low, I asked, “Why are you helping me?”
Reaching for a door handle, she almost sneered, “I’m a dumb sucker when it comes to spiritual eyes.”
As I was taken into a decent-sized broom closet, I chuckled, “Nothin’ spiritual about this wolf, sweetheart.”
She plopped me down on the lidded bucket of some cleaning chemical. “I wish you were right. That way I could avoid some serious trouble.”
“No trouble.” I leaned back against the corner I was in and grinned. “I’ll protect ya.”
She eyed my gutted body, then mumbled to herself, “Jesus, and he has the ego to match that spirit. What was she thinking?” She had mumbled that last part while pulling a cell phone from the front pocket of her black dress pants. Then she demanded, “Give me a number.”
Woozy, and holding my cut to my stomach, I rattled off Legend’s cell number. This wasn’t how I planned to get my hands on a phone, but I was thankful just the same.
Her light-colored brows pinched. “Area code five-one-two?”
Suddenly missing home and wondering if I would ever get to see it again, my weak smirk faded. “Texas. Austin.”
“You’re a long way from home, VP.” She said ‘VP’ as if understanding the weight it carried. “Please tell me your little team is in New Jersey.”
I’m in New Jersey? Wait— “Team? Club, sweetheart. Club.” My eyes drifted shut.
“No,” she whispered in a panic.
I snapped my eyes open to see her down on her knees between my thighs, pressing a hand to my cheek. It was the first time I actually realized… “Damn, you’re gorgeous. Like, for real.”
A slender face with flawless ivory skin that looked perfectly kissed by the sun, versus my skin that was tan from many hours on the road…
After tapping the send button on her phone’s screen, she put it to her ear. Still on her knees, she then grabbed a clean white cloth from a shelf and dabbed my forehead. “Oh yeah? Well, you’re hideous looking.”
Slouched, another damn grin I couldn’t control crept across my shaky lips. “And you’re lyin’.”
Even though it was on the nervous side, she grinned in return. Dabbing sweat from my face, she tried, “Being overconfident isn’t attractive to me.”
My face leaned into the cloth in her hand. “You’re lyin’ again.”
Her mouth opened to refute, but a voice I knew well suddenly growled over her phone. “Who the fuck is this?”
Green Eyes studied me. “The woman staring at your VP.”
The growl deepened, “I. Will. Cut. Your. Throat.”
That man’s love for me made my grin grow. “Pops, settle.”
There was a pause. I hadn’t referred to him endearingly for far too long.
“Lynx?” he replied, as if scared to trust his ears. I hadn’t called him Pops since I was a kid.
