Page 54 of Koa's Little Girl
“I’m okay, Zale,” she rushed to assure him, standing patiently as Koa made sure. “He twisted my wrist, trying to pull me to his car, but that’s all. I’m fine.”
Zale immediately held out his hand for hers. He examined her arm quickly, asking a couple of questions and making her move it. “Just a strain. I’ll grab an elastic bandage from the first-aid kit.”
“I recognize that guy. He’s the jerk from the fire station, right?” Koa asked.
“It’s Tom Stevens. He worked at the fire station with me. He was there on the day you visited. I reassigned him to station four.”
Flashing lights caught Giana’s attention. The city police pulled into the entrance and met with the guards. They quickly walked over to Brooklyn’s car as Zale reappeared at her side to wrap the supportive material around her hand.
“What’s Caden doing?” she asked Koa.
“It appears he’s protecting Brooklyn,” Koa suggested.
Surprised, Giana asked, “Do they know each other?” How weird would that be if he’d met the reclusive woman?
“I don’t think so,” Zale answered. “Daddies sometimes go into overdrive when they see someone who needs support. Brooklyn must have given off that vibe to Caden.”
Caden stood silently next to the young woman who’d saved her. She was glad Brooklyn had someone in her corner.
When Brooklyn turned and waved a hand at Giana, Koa told her, “You’re next to be interviewed.”
He was right. Turns out the police had received numerous calls from drivers on the road, reporting a car chase. When Giana identified herself as a fire captain who supervised the man locked in the military police cruiser, the officer quickly called for a supervisor. Giana had worked with that superior officer.
It took a while for them to gather all the necessary information and transfer Tom into a squad car. Giana could see his flapping mouth still shouting back at her as they drove away. What had she done to create this much anger?
“Are you okay, Giana?” Koa asked, hugging her to his side.
“He hates me so much. I don’t have a clue why? I think that’s the scariest part,” she told him.
“I’m sorry, Flame. This shouldn’t have happened. Don’t you have a psychological screening along with physical qualifications?” Koa asked.
“We do. He passed with flying colors. I check everyone who works at my station.” Giana shook herself and stepped back into fire captain mode. “I’ll have to call my supervisor. He’s not going to believe this.”
“He wasn’t in a blue car, Flame.”
“I noticed that too. I think he had a tracker on my truck.”
“The team will take care of that,” Koa assured her. “Are you okay to go back to work?”
“I’ll have to be. Thank you for being here.”
“Do you need me to come with you?” he asked.
“No. This is my job. I need to stand on my own feet. It will be a long time before I get back home.”
“Call me and I’ll come pick you up,” Koa suggested.
“I’d like that. Could you all pick up my truck from the apartment complex? I don’t ever want to go there again,” she admitted, shaking her head.
“Of course. Keys?”
Giana reached into her pocket, but the wrap on her hand stopped her. “Can you get it?” she asked, offering him her hip.
“My pleasure, Flame.” His fingers brushed over her thigh and the side of her freshly shaved mound. Her mind instantly focused on the feelings he started inside her with the brief touch.
He gave her a wink as he pulled the key free of her jeans.
“You did that on purpose,” she accused.
