Page 28 of An Unexpected Home

When she turned to apologize though, Carly went off. “You’ve been crying. Brandon what the hell did you do to her?” She moved further into his office and pushed him backward.

“Hey,” he held up both hands in a surrender move. “I didn't do anything.”

“Carly stop,” Leah said loudly. “He didn’t do anything.”

“Then explain the crying?”

Together she and Brandon told her the story about Will.

“Holy shitballs,” Carly said. “Do you think she’s in danger?”

“Like I told her, I have no idea. But until we catch this guy, I don’t want her alone. Better yet, none of you should be alone.”

“Seeing as I like living, I am willing to give in to your bossy attitude just this once.”

Leah stood and handed Brandon the notepad that she had written all her info on. “I put my cell on there in case you need to reach me too.” It felt a little awkward that his tongue had been in her mouth and yet he didn’t even have her phone number.

“Thanks. Umm, here’s my card, it has my number on it if you need me.”

“Oh my God,” Carly said. “If you two are done with this mating ritual, I’d love to get back to work.”

Leah felt her cheeks go warm and knew they had to be as red as an apple. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “I appreciate all you are doing.”

“Are you gonna be okay?” he asked as she started toward the door.

“She’ll be fine,” Carly spoke before she could. “Leah is strong.”

His eyes searched hers, asking if that was true. She nodded and held his gaze for a few seconds before leaving his office.

She wasn’t sure it was the truth though. She didn’t feel strong at that moment. She felt weak and emotionally exhausted. The only thing that seemed to give her strength was his touch.

And wasn’t that part of what she was running from. Losing herself in a man?

Chapter 8

Brandon spent the better part of three days, trying to track down Will Huntington, with no luck. He’d called the cop in New York who Leah had mentioned and she had been right. He was helpful and nice.

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