Page 27 of Reckless Love

Wick stalked through the penthouse, automatic lights brightening the space as we moved from the foyer to the kitchen. He set me on the island, standing between my legs. He tried to put a breath of space between us, but I clutched at his shoulders like a baby koala.

“Don’t g-go,” I forced out through chattering teeth. Why was I so cold?

“You’re going into shock.” Wick's voice was low and gentle as he spoke to me.

I burrowed against his chest, seeking warmth and protection. “S-sorry.”

His lips curled into a smile against the top of my head. “You’re apologizing to me? Pretty sure I’m the one who owes you the apology.”

“I left.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, dragging him closer still.

“You did,” he agreed, stroking my back, “but now you’re back where you belong. Here. With me. You’re safe, Sia.”

I hiccuped a breath. “Will you get in trouble?”

Now Wick pulled back, just enough so he could look me in the eye. “Absolutely not.”

“The police?—”

“Will need our statements, but I was defending my wife from an attacker,” Wick added. “A man who had already harassed her earlier today. I could’ve shot him in the head and no one would have filed a single charge against me. Hell, Danny likely would have shaken my hand.”

I frowned. “Danny?”

He grinned. “Daniel Waterstone, the District Attorney.”

“You know the District Attorney?” I gaped at him in shock.

“He’s an old friend,” Wick replied breezily. “And I can assure you, he feels the same way I do about men like Covington threatening women.”

I stared at him, still reeling from what had happened earlier. “I can’t believe you came after me.”

His lips flattened. “About that. Sia, there’s something you need to know?—”

He was cut off by the obnoxious buzz of the intercom, alerting us that someone was in the lobby.

“Shit. Wait here,” he instructed before turning on his heel and walking back out to the foyer to punch the button. “What?”

Cliff’s voice floated through the box. “Mr. Forrester, the police are here.”

“Send them up,” Wick replied before letting go of the button.

I slid off the counter and had to catch myself when my knees wobbled.

“Sia,” Wick chastised, hurrying to my side.

“Sorry,” I said, not sure why I was apologizing, but it seemed to be my default setting.

He cupped the side of my face, his gaze darkening as he studied me. His thumb stroked my cheek. “I could have lost you tonight.”

“You didn’t,” I assured him.

His gaze clouded as he shook his head. “After everything I’ve done to make you mine, I almost ruined it.”

“What?” I whispered, not sure what he meant.

The elevators chimed, announcing the arrival of the two officers who stepped off the car.

Wick turned, mostly blocking me from view as the officers hesitated to come further.

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