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Maybe this is a trap. Maybe he’s leading me here on purpose. Maybe?—
This time, he grabsmyarms and hauls me through the doorway after him, so hard that I knock into him and we both almost go over.
“Watch yourself,” he pants, shoving me away as he slams and locks the door behind us.
I hunch over, hands on my knees, trying to get oxygen to my—well, everywhere—and what happened finally sinks in.
“Shit. I think I almost died.”
St. Clare shoots me a glare. “Join the club.”
Then a third voice answers us. “And while you’re doing that, why don’t you fill me in on where the fuck you’ve been?”
CHAPTER TEN
ST. CLARE
Lars is goingto kill me. Which means I’m now in a room with two people who want me dead, so that’s fun for me.
I didn’t stop and think that through when Perry was shot at. Instead, the need to get him out of danger kicked in, and then we were running and …
“I dropped my coffee,” I realize too late.
“It’s okay,” Perry gets out between wheezing breaths. “I made that one shit anyway.”
“You owe me a refund.”
He scoffs. “Think saving your life covers it.”
It takes me a second to follow what he’s implying. “Wait. You think they were after me?”
“Duh.” He finally straightens and paces to one side of my office and back, hands planted on his hips. He’s still wearing his Toasty Roast apron and a shirt that’s ratty, thin, and a touch too tight. Then Perry reaches between his legs and tugs at the crotch of his jeans. “Got myself chafed, thanks to you.”
“Thanks tome? Would you have preferred that I left you there to get your head blown off?”
“Not my head they were aiming for.”
“It’s exactly your head that they were aiming for.”
“How do you work that out?”
I glare at him. “Maybe because they yelled outthat’s himand shot at you.”
“They were shooting at you.”
“Then why were you the one almost hit? Also, hate to break it to you, but I wasn’t even outside when it all went down. Ionlycame out to help you.”
“Bullshit. I was helping you.”
“No.”
“You stepped outside. Then they yelled out. Then they shot at you.”
“That’s not what happened.”
Perry finally loses some of his bluster, and he sinks into the chair beside my desk. “Are you sure?”
“Very. Unfortunately, I have experience in these situations.” I’m not sure whether to say more or not, but fuck it. “Thanks to you.”
