for coming with me.” Normally she didn’t need to fill silences, but she desperately felt the urge right now.
He nodded once, his posture alert and perfect as he stared ahead at the closed doors. “You’re welcome. We’ve met before, by the way.” His voice was tight, controlled.
“I know,” she blurted before she could stop herself.
He glanced down at her, real surprise in his green eyes. “You remembered?”
She nodded and felt a blush heating up her cheeks. “I was embarrassed yesterday and just…reacted poorly I think. I didn’t want anyone else to see me like that. Blue and Mina are fine, but you’re virtually a stranger and I just… I’m sorry.” Because what else was there to say?
His expression softened and he turned toward the doors as they opened up. “Well, I’m sorry the last time we saw each other that I punched your brother.”
Despite the tenseness humming through her, she snorted and stepped out into the lobby with him. “Somehow I doubt you’re actually sorry about punching Vincent.” While she wasn’t sure what had gone down between the two of them, Sawyer didn’t seem like the type of man to regret things or to attack someone lightly.
“I’m sorry I did it in front of you,” he amended, not looking at her as he scanned the lobby and sitting area. Bright sunlight streamed in through the glass windows and doors, illuminating the crystal and chrome chandeliers overhead, making the entire space sparkle beautifully.
His response lightened her mood even more. Not completely, because nothing could do that. Not when she was in the position that she needed an escort simply to go home and to work. She did feel incredibly safe with Sawyer though.
Vincent was still out of town but was going to try to come home early. Even though she didn’t want to affect her brother’s job, she was truly glad he’d be returning to Miami soon. He might be the baby of the family but he’d always been a rock for her and her sisters after their father had died.
“I would deny this under torture because I love my brother, but… I’m betting it wasn’t completely unprovoked.”
Sawyer looked down at her as they reached one set of glass doors, his eyebrows drawing together. “He didn’t tell you what it was about?”
She shook her head. Vincent had seemed almost embarrassed by it and she hadn’t wanted to push. Not when he’d been dealing with so much back then.
Sawyer didn’t respond, just opened the door. Instead of letting her go first, like she’d expected, he moved outside in front of her, using his body as a barrier as he scanned the relatively quiet street. Two women jogged by on the sidewalk, both with earbuds in as they pounded the pavement. Then an older, white-haired man walking a small dog with white-and-black fur strolled by carrying a Starbucks cup. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Sawyer must have agreed, because he gave an almost imperceptible nod before looking back at her. “First we’re going to get your car. I’m going to scan it for any tracking devices or…anything. Then you’re going to drive me to my truck, which is just a block from here—I couldn’t find a spot any closer. From there, I’m going to follow you home. Blue’s filled me in on what’s going on so I’d like to shadow you at your work today, see if that fucker shows up. He’s going to be notified of the restraining order, probably already has been so if he’s pissed enough, he’ll show up at your work. If we can document that, it’s a start.”
His words made her chest tighten as she realized she had no choice but to face her new reality head on. She wouldn’t have an escort every day, but for now, she was glad to have someone on her side—someone trained—who had an idea how to tackle today. She still needed to make copies of her restraining order and give them out to everyone at work, but today suddenly seemed manageable with Sawyer by her side.
“Thank you for doing