Deadly Pursuit - Chapter 4
“Icouldn’t—” Serena started.
Tyre’s frown deepened. “I have a guest room. But if you’re not comfortable staying with me, I can call Tess or one of the other female employees to put you up.”
“No, it’s not that I’m uncomfortable staying at your place. I just couldn’t impose on you or anyone that way.”
Tyre reached out and touched her arm “Serena, you imposing is the furthest thing from my mind right now. Those guys were good, probably professionals, and they intended to kidnap you. You weren’t just a target of convenience.”
Serena swallowed hard as his words sank in and he watched a tremble roll through her body. “But—why? I don’t, I’m not rich or…”
“Are you sure you don’t know what file they were talking about?”
“No,” she said firmly, just as she had when Detective Rossi had asked the question. She didn’t have a flash drive.
Tyre hooked his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close. She leaned into his side, enveloped by the warmth of his body. “Until we know exactly what all this is about and the police have those guys in custody, you’re going to have protection. So it’s either my place or I call Tess.”
The last several hours had been a whirlwind, but one thing she was sure of was that she was safe with Tyre.
“Your place.”
A half hour later, Tyre led Serena into his apartment. They’d made a quick stop at his favorite Chinese restaurant, arriving just before the place closed, to pick up a late dinner. His two-bedroom apartment was utilitarian with a large black sectional sofa in the living room facing the biggest flat-screen television he could find when he’d gone furniture shopping. A no-frills square kitchen table that sat four people was in the adjacent dining area.
He showed Serena to the guest room, pointing out the single bathroom in the apartment as they passed it, and left her to get settled while he set the table for dinner. He’d just finished pulling the white-and-red boxes from the large brown paper bag and setting them out on the table when Serena walked back into the living area.
“I guess it’s a good thing I keep a gym bag at work even though I rarely make it to the gym,” she said. She’d changed into leggings and an oversized NYU sweatshirt. Her feet were bare, her toes painted red, and she’d gathered her wavy hair into a ponytail.
His breath hitched. She was the sexiest woman he’d seen in a long, long time.
“Hey,” he said, his voice deep with lust. Checking his libido, he cleared his throat and tried again. “Have a seat. Dinner is served.”