Roped In

“That was one of the things I found out about you that made me realize you weren’t just a spoiled bitch who only thought of herself,” he mumbled.

She smiled. “Gee, thanks. On a brighter note though, I want you to introduce me to the Carolina Cougars. I need to meet some famous people,” she said with a wink.

“I doubt you have issues with that. Besides, I don’t know if I want you to meet them. You might want one of them over me. They’re famous.”

She smacked me on the thigh. “Just because you’re famous doesn’t make you a good person. I like you for who you are. I don’t need someone who’s famous or rich to be by my side.”

“Then what do you need?”

Her gaze met mine and she smiled. “You.”

I leaned over and kissed her lips, burying her into the couch. She spread her legs and wrapped them around my waist. “Are you sure I’ll be enough?” I asked, pushing into her.

She snickered and rocked her hips. “Definitely.”

I went to pull her shorts down, but the remote was under her and the TV volume grew steadily louder. “Hold on,” I said, searching for it underneath her body. Finding it, I was about to turn the TV off, when I looked at the screen.

“What is it?” Hadley asked.

Her head turned to the TV and she froze the second her name came over the news. “Apparently, the driver is the suspect they’ve been looking for in the shooting at Hadley Rivers’ home, where her bodyguard and boyfriend were both shot. There has been no word on where Hadley is at the moment, but it is believed she’s in protective custody as the police have been searching for the suspect. We’ll continue to show you live coverage as the pursuit unfolds.”

“Holy shit.” I grabbed Hadley’s hand and helped her up.

She cupped a hand over her mouth. “What the hell is Dane doing? There’s no way he can escape from that many police cars.”

“He must be desperate.” A sickening feeling sank in my gut. High speed chases rarely ended well. I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and dialed Robert’s number.

“Evans,” he answered.

“What’s going on?” I barked.

Robert blew out a frustrated sigh. “We found the crack house where Dane’s been staying. When the NYPD busted in, he jumped out the window and drove away. He’s clearly high as a fucking kite. If he hurts anyone during this pursuit, I’m going to kill him.”

“Jesus Christ. Call me when you know more.” I hung up and filled Hadley in.

“How long do you think this will go on?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Don’t know. I just hope he doesn’t kill anyone.”

The pursuit lasted for another thirty minutes and ended with Dane running his car head first into a semi-truck. I knew without a doubt the fucker was dead. My phone rang but I kept my eyes on the TV when I answered. I already knew who it was going to be. “Robert.”

“I’m assuming you know why I’m calling?”

I closed my eyes. “He’s dead.”

“Yes. Good news is, once we get everything handled, it’ll be time for Hadley to go home. I know that’ll make you happy. I’ll call her father and get her out of your hair. He’ll be ecstatic to see her.”

“Nah, that’s not necessary. I’ll do it. Just give me a couple of days.” I set my phone down and looked at Hadley. “Dane’s dead. You’ll be able to go home soon.”

She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere. The last thing I want is to deal with the press when all of this is going down. I just need a couple of weeks.”

“You know your agent isn’t going to like this. Everyone’s going to want you back.”

“I don’t care. If you want me to go, I will, but I’m not ready to leave yet. I need a little more time. Everyone will just have to understand.”

I pulled her into my arms and breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t ready for her to go either.





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