Page 25 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

Irubbed my hands over my upper arms, trying to make the goosebumps on my flesh disappear.

The police were dusting my apartment for fingerprints and any other evidence they could find.

I waited outside. I was finished with the police interview, which I was certain hadn’t helped much.

I was just as clueless as the police were as to exactly why this had happened.

“Shelby?” A deep voice sounded from behind me. “Are you okay?”

I startled because I was so damn edgy and turned around quickly.

Wyatt?

What was he doing here?

The tension that had invaded my body started to relax as I saw that his expression was filled with something that looked like concern.

He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and an older, gray, Army T-shirt, a casual look that made him temptingly approachable.

Just the sight of him made me relax because his strong, muscular body was only a foot or two away.

So solid.

So powerful.

And so damn reassuring that my eyes filled with tears.

Dammit!I hated how vulnerable I felt at the moment.

Maybe this incident shouldn’t make me feel so violated.

People got burglarized every single day.

But this situation just felt so…personal.

“I’m fine. Just a little shaken up, I guess. What are you doing here?” I asked Wyatt, my voice vibrating with uncertainty.

I had no idea why he’d shown up, but I was actually glad that he was here.

Maybe he wasn’t the most pleasant person in the world, but every instinct I had was telling me that he was safe. That he was trustworthy. And at the moment, I desperately needed someone I trusted.

When he held out his arms in a wordless invitation, I flew into them like I was in a hurricane and he was the only solid shelter available.

He wrapped his powerful arms around me and held me as the tears I couldn’t hold back started to leak from my eyes.

“You’re not fine,” he said huskily next to my ear. “Your whole damn body is shaking.”

Wyatt felt good.

He smelled amazing.

And even at my height, Wyatt Durand towered over me and made me feel a lot more secure than I had a few moments ago.

It was my uneasiness that was making my body quake uncontrollably.

I wasn’t a woman who scared easily, but I was still trying to understand why this had happened to me.

If it was a normal burglary, I doubt it would have upset me very much, but it had been far creepier than a regular break-in.

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