Page 137 of Prey for You

And I knew he was right. At least on the surface, but…

My head spun again and I sucked in a breath. Some of my thoughts must have shown on my face because Jeremy grew stern.

He took hold of my upper arms and leaned down into my face. “Bridget… please,” he said softly. Calmly.Notangry. “Wake up. Think about what you just saw. You married your fucking father.”

My breath rushed out of me because that hithard.

44. Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

~ BRIDGET ~

Driving home from the Courthouse an hour later—only after Jeremy made sure Sam had left the building and gotten on a bus, so he couldn’t be following—my head still looped and spun.

I felt limp, like a cooked noodle.

Throw me against the wall and see if I’ll stick.

And that thoughtimmediatelydredged up another memory.

“Bridget?!” his voice was frantic. “Babe, where are you?”

I rushed towards the stairs, I’d seen the car lights but hadn’t been able to move until Iknewit was him. He sprinted up the stairs and took me off my feet the moment we collided on that landing.

A high-pitched grunt broke out of me when we collided, but I just buried my face in his neck as he swept me up.

“Sam…” I’d been so fucking relieved. “Sam, I’m so sor—”

He interrupted me before I could apologize.

“Are you hurt?”

“No. No. I’m fine.”

He didn’t challenge me. Wasn’t mad. Didn’t dominate… he held me tight and pinned me back against the wall, holding my weight with his body so he could lift his hands to my face. And the expression…

He was desperate. Frantic. Afraid.

But not angry.

Why wasn’t he angry that I’d run and not told him?

“Are. You. Hurt?” His eyes were piercing, intent, searching mine “In any way? Has something happened? Is anyone else here?”

Such a strange question under the circumstances.

But I hadn’t seen it.

“No, I’m alone, and… I was just scared. That’s all, Sam. I was just so scared being alone and… I needed you. I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you—”

I didn’t tell you.

Sorry, I left. And I didn’t tell you.

And he didn’t get mad. He didn’t rage. He didn’t do any of the things I thought he’d do.

Because he was lying and hiding too.

And suddenly I waslivid.

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