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She latched onto him, panting and experiencing the aftershocks as his chest rose against her swiftly.
Alana, he breathed, voice ragged.
She dropped her head to his warm shoulder, squeezing her eyes against the rush of hot tears. Her
arms trembled, but it seemed to have very little to do with what they d just done, and more with the
fact that after today, it would be the last time. It had to be before it was too late.
But an evil little voice whispered that it was already too late.
Chapter Seventeen
Alana was running.
Chandler was a lot of things, but he wasn t fucking stupid. And he d meant what he d said. Kind of.
He d let her have the facade of running, because she wasn t going to get far.
He knew that the woman felt the same way he did. She may not be able to say the words, but it was
everything else she did. Right now, she was like a cornered animal. There were only two options for
her: fight it out or run.
She was going to run.
He d kept her busy the rest of the day Sunday, not giving her much time to put whatever
cockamamie plan in place, but he woke when she crept out of his bed at dawn, too early for her just to
be getting ready for work.
Too bad he didn t have another excuse to keep her home.
Home.
Somewhere over the past days, his house had become their home. A smile pulled at his lips in spite
of the fact that he knew she was packing up her clothing and personal items in the room next door.
Was she going to tell him? Try to sneak the bags past him? Curiosity filled him, making it hard for him
to remain in bed and see this through.
If he tried to stop her, it would only make her resist harder, but it wasn t like he was going to let her
buzz around the city without his protection. With anyone else, he wouldn t let the person out of his
sight if he were the one doing the job, but this situation was different. Feelings were involved and all
that shit, which was why getting involved with a client was a big no-no, but he d taken care of that,
too. Murray was parked down the street, waiting just in case she called a cab.
Damn Chad and his mouth. He wanted to greet his brother with his fist to the face again, but he
knew that even if Chad hadn t shown up and made an ass out of himself, this was inevitable.
Something would ve triggered her if it hadn t been her deepening feelings. He wasn t a psychologist,
but it didn t take one to see that her commitment issues were obviously attached to her mom and he
wasn t sure exactly how he would overcome something like that.
But he would.
Chandler didn t ever give up.
Her soft footfalls hurried down the hall and he stilled, his eyes drifting toward the closed bedroom
door. He needed to be tied down, because lying there was probably the hardest thing he d ever done.
Just when he thought she was going to leave, he heard her outside his door again. Closing his eyes,
he forced his breathing to move slowly. The door cracked open and he felt Alana creeping in, moving
quietly to the side of the bed he was sleeping on. The lovely scent of vanilla and lilac teased his
senses and his cock immediately swelled, more than ready to get a little physical.
Her soft lips brushed his cheek and she whispered, Good-bye.
And then she was gone.
Chandler forced himself to stay in the bed until he heard his front door close and the silent beep of
the alarm resetting. Throwing off the sheet, he looked over at the nightstand. Beside his cell was a
folded piece of paper. His eyes narrowed as he picked it up, already knowing what it was before he
scanned the handwritten note.
It even started off with Dear Chandler.
He snorted.
Things have been fun. Blah. Blah. Time for this to end. Blah. Blah. She would find another
security firm. Email her the cost of his services? What the fuck? Did she really think he was going to
charge her for any of this? She even left her email address.
Her fucking email address.
That was the only thing that pissed him off.
Picking up the phone, he called Murray. He answered on the first ring. She s in the rental car. I m
following her now.
Perfect. Let me know where she ends up, Chandler said, crumpling up the Dear John letter. And
I ll take over from there.
&
Alana felt like a different person sitting behind her desk at work. Get Well Soon flowers adorned her
office. The roses from the creep must ve been removed, because they were absent. She hadn t
reserved a hotel room yet and there was a list of security firms she knew of in the city she planned on
calling once work calmed down.
She had no idea how much Chandler would charge for his services so far, and God knew he would
after her bitchtastic exit this morning. A letter? She had actually left him a letter? And she would need
to check into another hotel, but maybe none of that was necessary. Out of the mail that one of
Chandler s employees had picked up for her, there hadn t been any suspicious letters. Maybe this guy
had moved on or gotten hit by a car or something?
And it was time that she moved on.
In reality, she wasn t the same woman who had stared at her schedule last Monday. More so than
the physical changes hair down, wearing a white blouse and linen pants and no suit. Admittedly, she
was a hell of a lot more comfortable dressed as she was, but there was an ache in her breast that had
started the moment she walked out of Chandler s house and had only grown over the last couple of
hours.
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