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No, I think, as I push tothe absence of Chris in his own apartone for a few ht illu lot, where our two cars are the only ones left, and that uar is Mark’s He glances at the 911
"I see he made sure to stake his claim," he states dryly
"Or he just really hates et used to what he gives you or you won’t want to earn it for yourself And that, Ms McMillan, would be a problem for us both I’ll see you tomorrow"
He has dismissedfor et into the car He’s hit a sensitive spot with me and I level o, but I don’t "I come from money, Mark I’ve had money, lots of it, and I could have it now if I chose to coetI don’t already know and a to walk away from I want to make my own money And" He arches a brow at my hesitation and I realize I don’t want to say more I don’t need to say ht" I cli hi the car is gone I don’t want to hide ies or excuses for driving his car This is my life and I plan to live it
I pull onto the road, and the adrenaline high is back and I love that it coo to Rebecca and how she used the hs, how easily another ht that out in me My desire to find her and confirm that she has found a path to her dreams, and is safe and happy, becomes more powerful than ever
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The 911 is a smooth luxury ride I am familiar with from my father’s preference for the car, but it’s been years since I’ve ridden in one, and certainly I never drove one That Chris has easily handed ful than he understands Not that I didn’t have a nice car My father wouldn’t allow his daughter to embarrass him in a Ford Focus like I have now I’d driven a conservative little Audi during both high school and college, traded in every two years, of course I’d loved the first car, and hated the two that had followed, as I’d begun to see beneath the veil of the life h I’as and indulgeThe instant I ease up lide The smooth ride after the wicked acceleration reminds me of the extreme shifts I’ve experienced in Chris’s moods and I decide the car fits him well I also wonder if I’ve truly seen what lies beneath the surface to cause those ups and downs I wonder what he would think if he knehat lies beneathas I pull up to Chris’s fancy high-rise only a few blocks froreetsover the keys, I a this doorman as he had another at a hotel not to joyride in the car "I didn’t joyride" I grin "Much"
He grins back athim a small nod before I slide the strap of , where I find Jacob standing by the front counter
"Ms McMillan," he says with a nod when I stop beside hiood way since I didn’t hear fro"
"It was," I confir you if you were off duty this "
"I’m always on duty," he informs me "I live on property and I made a special promise to Chris to look out for you He doesn’t ask for favors, Ms McMillan He did for you I don’t intend to let him down You’re on oing out, let me know"
I have a flashback to the many years of uard we didn’t need I didn’t understand that in e, when I’d torn away lasses, did I realize ere like kept animals, pets to my father, controlled, not protected Sheltered from the many lives he had led and the many women my mother had pretended she didn’t share hiaze up from the floor to his
"Yes," I murmur "Thank you, Jacob" And despite my walk down ht before, I don’t ht say otherwise Soht Maybe it was teenagers, or maybe it wasn’t, but with my worries about Rebecca, I’m not sure I’m over the fear I felt inside the darkness
His eyes narrow and glint with understanding "I don’t care what tiht, you call me if you need to There is no reason too small Better safe--"
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