Page 22 of Trusting Her Bear

I’m distracted when I hear Quinn speaking on the phone. “Bash, get here now. We had a visitor who was concerned about the set of four.” Quinn looks from me to Sally. “He knew about me, that means someone talked. We need to find out who is responsible for it and take care of it. The set of four needs to be moved and secured.” He pulls zip ties from the desk drawer, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder, and crouches over the man. “He needs to be taken to the police station. The cameras in the office captured his confession. It will help.”

“If I worked here, I could be here for all the shows,” Sally muses.

“I have a client in the office; I need to get back to her,” Quinn continues. “Walk through the shadows, whatever shit you do to get here now.” He drops the phone in his waiting palm, ends the call, and points it at Sally. “No,” he says firmly.

“What do you mean, no?” she asks.

“You aren’t working here.”

“You need someone.”

“I do not.”

“Bullshit,” she says easily.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I don’t need you to work here.”

“I promise I won’t fall in love with you like all the rest,” she says. I frown. “I won’t stare at you—much.” She grins.

“In love?” I ask, and Quinn tenses.

“He didn’t even like them,” Sally informs me, waving her hand.

“Sally,” Quinn growls.

“Give me the job,” she demands. “I can be here when customers or demented men come in. I can run interference.”

“This is not the time to do this, and I can hear whoever enters from my office.”

I jump again when Bash appears out of thin air. “Jesus,” I gasp.

“You need me,” Sally sings. “My first job will be staying with your mate while you finish in the office. You know what I can do,” she says softly.

“Fine,” Quinn says reluctantly.

“Great, the rabbit is working here now?” Bash sneers.

Sally throws him a kiss. “I love you too, vampire.”

Marie stumbles into Bash suddenly, and I hit my head on the wall. “Sorry,” Marie says.

“You still aren’t as fast as I am, mate.” Bash grins at her.

“Would all of you stop? Bash, I’m going to hit you later for scaring my mate. Marie, can you take care when popping in? Sally, you got the job. Come whenever the fuck you want,” he growls low. “I have to go to the office. Take this asshole to the station. Marie, pull the proof from the camera and take it with you.” Marie goes into another room, and Quinn turns his attention to me. “Sorry, Little Cub. I will explain everything after I’m done.” I nod, and he goes into his office.

Sally’s elbow hits my side. “Don’t lie. Your panties are soaked,” she whispers.

I roll my eyes, but fuck, they are.

Bash throws the bound man over his shoulder and disappears. Marie comes back, gives a little wave, and follows. I don’t envy the man who will probably puke after being carried at vampire speed. I have to smile; it’s the least he deserves. Of course, I knew there were men in the world who abuse their partners and take satisfaction from it. I was stuck in a place full of them, but to witness the aftermath of someone else’s pain is disturbing.

“Are you alright?” Sally asks.

I shake my head and focus on her face. “I’m good.”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbles.

I take a step away from the wall and cringe. I lift my shirt and see a fading bruise. I’m grateful my shifter healing is kicking in; the pain and the bruise will be gone soon.

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