Page 93 of Forced Proximity
I gritted my teeth because, what the fuck did it matter if you were hugging?
It’s not like he could very well hurt her.
Dru sat down anyway, her eyes filled with tears. “I’ve missed you.”
Romeo’s eyes softened as he looked at his sister, and I knew instantly that I would do whatever I had to do to get the man out of those chains and out of this fucking facility.
Even break him out if I had to.
It would be child’s play.
All I had to do was plan ahead for every inevitable possibility.
When the time was right, I’d…
“Who are you?”
Romeo’s angry, dark voice sounded nothing like Eric’s off of The Little Mermaid.
It was soft but lethal.
“I’m Finnian,” I said. “I met your sister during the plane crash.”
Romeo’s head whipped back toward his sister.
“Please tell me you weren’t in said plane crash,” he begged.
He actually sounded sick to his stomach.
Not that I could blame him.
I was in it with her, and if I could have, I would’ve wished her safely at home despite how she’d helped me stay alive.
“Unfortunately, I can’t,” she admitted. “I was in the plane crash. Then the tornado that followed.”
He opened his mouth and then closed it, stunned silent.
“I’m okay, Romeo,” she promised. “See? No injuries whatsoever. He got a sliver of wood through his leg, but that was the worst of it.”
“But I thought everyone died?” he eventually asked.
“Not everyone,” I admitted. “The news, thankfully, kept it quiet due to my status as a state representative.”
“Well, at least there’s that.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re a politician?”
“Not anymore,” I confessed. “I made the decision when we were falling from the sky. I wouldn’t be going back to Washington after that. There’s too much bullshit going on there that makes my quality of life abysmal.” I looked over at the woman beside me. “And Washington, DC, is too far away from her.”
Dru’s breath hitched.
“Drusilla Noel Rossi, are you about to tell me that you’ve fallen in love with some wanker in a week?”
Dru cleared her throat. “Three-naming me, Romeo Orion Rossi? Really?”
His lips twitched, which didn’t soften his features an inch.
He lifted his hands, and the clink of the handcuffs and chain settling on the table momentarily stole my attention before he said, “I just want you to be happy. If it’s with some rich bitch politician, I’m okay with that. What I’m not okay with is you trauma bonding with someone and not thinking things through.”
“I’ve thought things through.” She blew out a breath. “I’ve thought a lot.” She looked over at me then. “He stepped in with Daniella.”
