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Muttering under my breath, I grabbed my coffee mug and sipped. I grimaced. The coffee had gone cold.
I wondered if Macy would leave her hair loose, or wear it up in a ponytail today. When it was loose, the curls were everywhere. It made me imagine it spread out on a set of bedsheets. My hands sinking into it, clenching on it. She had freckles across her shoulders. And a little mole on the side of her neck. Occasionally, I wondered where else she had them.
I shook my head. Macy was my office assistant. I wasn’t supposed to be fantasizing about her.
My phone rang and I snatched it up with more enthusiasm than normal. “Fury.”
“Colt?”
I straightened. Macy sounded wrong, shaky. “Macy, where are you?”
A harsh breath rattled across the line. “I got knocked off my bike by this truck—”
I jerked my feet, my hand clenching on the phone. “Are you hurt?”
“Not really.”
My stomach felt like rocks at the idea of her being hit by a fucking truck.
“I mean, my elbows are bleeding, but—”
“You’rebleeding?” My voice sounded like grit. I snatched my keys off my desk. “Do not move.” She could have a head injury, or internal bleeding. “I’m on the way. Where are you?”
“The Uptown Coffee on—”
“I know where it is. Do not move.”
My chest was tight, my gut was tight, everything was tight as I stalked out to my Suburban.
Seconds later, I was speeding down the street, my hands clenched on the wheel. I’d told her not to ride that damn bike. If she’d fallen the other way, under the vehicle…
A wave of dizziness hit me.
Finally, I saw Uptown Coffee ahead, and spotted a parking space on the street. I pulled in, slamming on the brakes. When my boots hit the pavement, I saw her sitting on the ground. A young man with ridiculous floppy hair, and a woman who clearly thought black was the only color on the color wheel, were hovering over her.
My gaze narrowed. The guy was really close, holding Macy’s hand.
I crouched in front of her. “Macy.”
“Colt.” Relief filled her face.
That’s when I saw the graze on her jaw. “I told you not to ride that damn bike.”
Tears welled in her eyes, but I saw something else. That spark that was all Macy.
“Someassholein a huge truck hit me. It wasn’t my fault! He was speeding, and he was all the way over—” Her voice broke.
I pulled her hand free of floppy hair’s hand. The young guy glared at me.
Her palms were grazed as well.Shit. I hated seeing her golden skin marred.
“Did you hit your head?”
She swiped at the tears. “No. And I had my helmet on. It’s mostly just shock.” She lifted her arm and I saw her bleeding elbow. “And some scrapes.”
I couldn’t handle her blood or her tears. I yanked her into my arms.
“You’re okay,” I growled.
