Page 13 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

“Okay, honey. Let me just finish checking you out.”

“I need to make a call. Don’t move,” the agent said, and took a couple of steps to the side. She must not have been into much trouble if he was leaving her there. Either that, or he figured she wasn’t going to make a break for it.

Which was true.

She may not be looking forward to jail time, but she was just happy that Chuck was done. That he couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.

She watched avidly as two agents forced a struggling Chuck into a van with the other people they had arrested.

“Do you know who I am! Let me go!” Chuck screamed. She quickly looked away and forced her face to go neutral instead of the smile that was fighting free.

At least one good thing came from today.

“Yeah. This is agent Roberts. Go ahead and let him in when you see him,” the agent said as he stepped up to her and took a seat next to her.

She was wondering why she wasn’t with the other detainees, but she was too afraid to ask.

She sat there a little longer as the paramedic took her blood pressure, listened to her heart, and then started filling out paperwork on a clipboard. The agent and the paramedic said a few words quietly to each other, but other than that, nobody said anything.

The agent pulled out his phone and started tapping away at it, and she wondered what was going on.

She was just about to work up the courage to ask, when she heard a commotion from the front.

“Fucking let me through!” a voice boomed, and she stilled.

That voice.

“Let him through!” Agent Roberts yelled. “Over here, Garrett.” She watched in stunned amazement as Garrett came through the crowd of officers as if parting the sea.

And he looked mad.

“I’m sorry, man. I told them to let you through,” Agent Roberts said, holding his hands out, like he was trying to stop a tidal wave as it came rushing forward, but Garrett just walked straight to her and dropped to his knees in front of her.

He was so tall that his head was still level with her.

“Are you okay?” he husked out, and her heart tripped just hearing it. Looking around, she wasn’t really sure how to answer him. He grabbed her chin with his fingers, pinching and turning her head back to him before repeating himself. “Are you okay, honey?”

She noticed that his southern drawl was more pronounced.

But mostly she noticed that she didn’t see anything as he touched her.

Nothing.

All she felt was warmth. As if his touch was meant to warm her. Slowly, that warmth slid from her chin and down her body.

What was going on?

She reached up and wrapped her hand around his, intent on pulling his hand away, but he instead wrapped both her hands in his and pulled them to her lap as he continued to kneel in front of her.

That warmth spread through her hands.

“Are you okay?” he asked again.

“Am I in trouble?” she whispered, and he frowned as his hands slid over her knees, warming her.

“No. I sent them in to get you out.”

He had sent them for her?

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