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I lost a lot of sleep thinking about waking up next to him, too. It felt a little greedy to let him pleasure me but not return the favor, and to be honest, he doesn’t seem like a charitable man.
My imagination allowed that he was probably tired after the night we’d had and that’s why he fell asleep, but come morning when he was rested, he might have some ideas about repayment.
And I’m not sure if that scared me more or less than the possible shadow murderers he was inviting to massacre us with that open bedroom door, but the fact was, they were on close enough levels to be compared.
I wasn’t sleeping anyway, so I need to be doing something.
So I am.
Escaping.
And… stealing a car, but if tonight has taught me anything about him, it’s that Killian Walsh is not a man who is ever going to call the police. Or maybe a doctor unless he’s dying, and even then, I’m not sure.
I won’t get in trouble, he’ll get his car back, and I’ll get home. Everyone wins.
With that thought in mind, I steel my nerves, open the door, and step out into the hallway. I don’t want to linger out here alone, so I make a beeline for the elevator. I press the button and look around like a paranoid lunatic while I wait for it, and fear grips me when I hear the ding. Illogically, I picture the doors opening and Kyle and his cronies waiting inside, but of course when the doors open, the elevator is empty.
I step inside and quickly press the button to close the doors.
When Killian brought me up in this thing, I thought it was creepy, but now the harsh fluorescent lighting and the creaking of the cables as the elevator descends make my stomach pitch.
Then it stops and the doors open.
A chill of unease ripples down my spine, but I ignore it and all the terrifying, empty space in the parking garage as I speed walk to Killian’s car. I press the button to unlock it four or five times and only give in to the paranoid impulse to look around a second before I rip the door open.
I throw myself inside, then yank the door closed and immediately hit the locks. I feel like I should breathe a little easier, but before I can, I check the car and the harshly lit space all around.
Nobody is here, Brynn. Settle down.
All I want is to get back to my apartment. Back to my life, really, before any of this shit happened tonight. I want a time machine to take me back a few hours to when I was putting on mascara, thinking smudges were the biggest threat I’d have to face tonight, and Stacie was begging me not to go. If I had it to do over again, I’d listen to her. I’d stay home and watch a stupid scary movie with Toast curled around my neck like a travel pillow.
My heart squeezes and all I want to do is go home and hug my cat.
Gotta start the car for that.
I give myself a reassuring nod and take a deep breath so I can let it out. The sooner I get out of here, the better.
I check the rearview mirror, half-afraid I’ll see Killian standing there, wanting to know what the hell I’m doing. But thankfully, I see no one, so I fire up the engine.
I feel slightly calmer once I’m out of the parking garage, but a new chapter of terror hits me when I see headlights in the rearview, someone riding my ass when there’s no one on the road.
Oh no.
What if it’s them? What if they’ve been lying in wait like hunters in a blind, and I’ve grand-theft-autoed myself right between their crosshairs?
Have I made a huge mistake?
My heart pounds and my palms feel sweaty. I can’t even call for help because I don’t have a phone. I’m not far from Killian’s, but I can’t turn around now. He’s asleep in his apartment and if they are following me, they’ll just continue to follow me into the parking garage and get me alone.
Crap.
On impulse, I hit my turn signal and tap the brake so I can turn right on whatever road this is.
I watch my rearview mirror and can finally breathe again when the car doesn’t turn with me.
Phew.
Now I just have to figure out where the hell I am.
