Page 64 of Salvage Him

Thirteen

Harrison

Iwantedto run after her last night but didn't know what I would say once I found her. The next morning, I figured it would come to me. I'd see it in her eyes how badly I fuckedthingsup.

I waited until a respectable hour and drove to her apartment, my head a mess. What happened last nightconfusedme.

I gave her what she needed. It wasn't until I found myself coming in my pants that I realized I was the one out of control. I was supposed to protect her. I took advantageofher.

I wasn't careful. It was out of character. I was always careful. I was precise and calculated, and I threw all that, along with our friendship, out the window for a fewmoments.

What made it worse, touching her, feeling her slip into subspace from my touch, and watching her explode from my caress was a thing ofbeauty.

I loved beautifulthings.

I pulled into the building driveway and rolled down mywindow.

The doorman I met before, Jason, poked hisheadin.

"Hey, Mr. Crawford. What can I do for you this morning?" he asked, his tone neutral. Did he know about last night? I shook my head, how could he. She wouldn't have discussed it with thedoorman.

I chuckled atmyself.

"Jason,right?"

"Yes,sir."

"I'm here to see Mrs. McIntyre." His eyes looked off to the road behind me, and his facescrunchedup.

"Is she expecting you?" heasked.

"No, please just let her know I'm here. See if she willcomedown."

He stood up, turned his back, and spoke into a two-way radio. I couldn't hear what he said, but a minute late, he leaned back inmycar.

"She's not in. Want to leave a message?" The guy fidgeted. He waslying.

"I know she's here. Let me go up and talk to her. She was upset lastnightand. . ."

He leaned into my car a littlefurther.

"She isn't in. She left early this morning. James put her into a carforDFW."

It was my turn tofidget.

"DFW," I said. Why would she be running off to the airport? Did I run her outoftown?

I sighed andnodded.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the stream of text messages I had yet todelete.

I turned back toJason.

"What time did she leave?" Iasked.

"Sixa.m."

It wasninea.m.