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At least one hour goes by and with each passing minute, hope fades more and more. I’m reduced to a mess, mumbling Hawk’s name as I lean against the ceramic steps, cold and shivering.
Feeling helpless, I give in and let Dorian call Shane. Asecond into the call, he knows something isn’t right when he hears me crying. My guard hands me the phone.
“Lennox, baby, what’s wrong?”
“Um.” I’ve been so closed off in this marriage, worried it will fall apart. “Hawk. He got out of the house. I can’t find him.”
“Shite. Where are you right now?"
“On the front steps. With food and his toy.”
“Lennox, it’s pouring. Get in the house, baby.”
My heart squeezes. No one has cared about me like this. “He’s all alone.”
“Lennox, my love, don’t cry. I’m on my way home.”
Hearing Shane call me his love makes my heart skip a beat. But I don’t know if it’s real. He said he’d never love me. God, I wish I didn’t have these feelings for him. Sobs break from my chest and everything I’ve held on to gushes out of me.
“Don’t cry, baby. I’ll find him, I promise.” He tells Creed to get his car, his voice very stern and even worried.
Despite Shane telling me to go inside the house, I stay in the cold, shivering. If Hawk can’t get warm, neither can I.
The Sentinel screeches to a halt in front of the house. Shane is out of the SUV before the engine even stops. Long, hurried strides eat up the distance between us.
“Lennox!” He pulls me into his arms even though I’m wet. “Baby, get inside. Right now.” But my husband doesn’t wait for me to agree. He picks me up and carries me inside.
In the bathroom outside his office, he strips me out of my damp coat and wraps my wet hair in a towel. The whole time, he never stops kissing every inch of my cold skin.
“He’s gone.” I shiver.
“Shhh. No, I’ll find him.” With barely restrainedviolence in his voice, he asks Dorian, hovering by the door, “Who is responsible for this?”
“Shane, no.” I grab his arm. “It was an accident.”
He looks back at me, his anger melting into something softer as he takes in my tear-streaked face and wet strands of hair coming out of the towel.
“Did you leave something important for this?” I ask, my lips quivering.
“This? You? Aye, of course, I did. You’re my wife. I’ll always put you first. And I’ll find the cat,” he says with conviction in his voice. “I promise.”
I nod, trying to be strong.
“Dorian,” Shane calls out to my guard, who stands to his full height, thinking he’s about to get reamed in the ass for this. “Make her some tea.”
“Yes, sir.” Dorian struts into the kitchen, wiping sweat from his brow.
My husband guides me to the bottom of the stairs. His hands cup my face, his thumbs brushing away tears that continue to fall. “I’ll find him,” he repeats, his blue eyes locked on mine. “I swear, baby.”
Something in his tone makes me believe him. I reach out, grab the front of his jacket, and pull him closer. When his lips meet mine, it’s soft at first, then a deeper, desperate kiss suggests what’s storming through him at the moment.
“Trust me. While Dorian is making you tea, go put on some warm dry clothes.” He leans in and kisses me, his lips warm and firm against my forehead.
Watching him walk out the front door, all I can do is cling to that trust like I did years ago hoping Shane and I would find each other again.
Can lightning strike twice to save my kitty?
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
