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He frowned.“Run far, and keep running if you have to.I’m gonna say a few prayers for ya.”
“Thanks.”I didn’t have the heart to tell him no one was listening.
Chapter 7
Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, July 22, 2008—Jackson
Kate walked in twenty minutes after nine.She looked like hell.At least she’d put on some weight since I last saw her.She wore a simple flowered top and jeans.The top was wrinkled, and her hair was wildly frizzy.The circles under her eyes did nothing to ease my worry.
She looked around and spotted the dressing rooms.She randomly grabbed a negligee off the rack as she cut a beeline through the store.The gauzy outfit was deep pink, a horrible color for her.The green one I’d bought would bring out the color of her eyes.
I nonchalantly moved to the back.The woman at the register didn’t even look up.I could be a predator, trapping Kate in a dressing room, and that bitch wouldn’t know.My worry turned to anger.At least her ride had lingered long enough that she was inside the shop before the big Black man driving pulled away.As far as protectors go, she’d picked a good one.
Kate entered the dressing room but stood there, debating whether to pull the curtain.I made my presence known and held out the shopping bag of clothes I’d bought in the twenty minutes I’d been waiting.
“Thirty-two C.I remembered.”
She pulled out the green bra first.The glance she sent me was mischievous and accusatory.“I’m supposed to wear this?”
“All of it.Leave your clothes behind in case someone got a tracker on you.”
Her smiling eyes fell.“What about George?”
“The big guy in the gray sedan?”
She nodded.
“He looks competent.I booked the president’s suite for him.He’ll be okay.”
“I’ll thank you when we’re gone from here.”
“That’s my girl.”
I couldn’t help it.She’d become mine almost the minute I locked eyes with her when she was cowering at Shock’s feet.But now?That feeling was a tidal pull I couldn’t ignore.And she was the moon.No other woman could compare.And I’d tried.But it was her in my dreams, in the taste of strawberries, any time of the day; I’d get a whiff of fresh air and I’d think of her.It was especially hard to ride.I’d given up escorting women on the back of my bike.I was tired of the grabby hands feeling my hard dick as I thought of her.Sunrise?Kate.Moonlit night?Kate.Balls deep and holding a nut?Kate.
She pulled the curtain shut and rummaged through the bag.
The shop-keeper finally noticed.“She’s putting the shit on.Ya mind?”
I’d spent over a grand.She better not.
She smiled and went back to her phone.
“There’s a dildo in here.”Kate’s voice was barely muffled through the curtain.
“That’s for later.”
She stuck her head out of the gap, taking care not to let me peek at what she did or did not have on yet.“Anda vibrator?”
“I figured it’s been a while.”
Her face flushed bright red.“You…”
“Knave?”I wiggled my eyebrows at her and winked.
“That.”Her eyes widened theatrically.Then she disappeared behind the curtain.
I angled to the side to line up with the meager one-inch gap.Her bare shoulder was covered in freckles.They were light orangish tan.Barely there, but so damn tempting against the backdrop of her peachy skin.Her hair was much longer now.All more one length rather than the layers she had before.I liked it.It made her look older.More womanly.
