Page 97 of Intense
Shaking my head, I start the car.
But as the engine turns over, headlights flash on across from me.
My heart kicks.
Palms slick with sweat.
After the whole blackmailing saga, I’m always on edge.
Even though I saw what happened to him, I have no idea if Finn let him go.
If that was just a warning.
It’s not as if my boss would actually kidnap a man.
Right?
It’s so dark I can’t even make out what car it is.
Grabbing my phone, I tap his name.
Dr. Quinn.
I might regret this later—but right now, it’s better to be safe.
He answers on the first ring, his deep voice filling my car—and making my thighs clench.
“Hello, love.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap.
He chuckles. Of course he does, which just tightens the knot of irritation in my chest.
“Look, I didn’t know who else to call, okay?”
“What’s the matter?”
There’s concern in his voice, and that eases my anxiety. He makes me feel safe.
“There’s someone in the parking lot. At the club,” I whisper.
The lights flash in front of me.
My breath catches.
“Flash back, temptress. Don’t ignore me.”
I scowl.
“What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me!”
“I’m sorry,” he says, and for once, it sounds sincere.
“Why are you even still here? You got what you wanted from me.”
“Oh, you think I’m done with you? A very bad observation there, wife.”
I roll my eyes.
