Protective by Lulu M. Sylvian

Author:Lulu M. Sylvian
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781937996505
Publisher: Griffyn Ink
Published: 2018-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

16

Honey relaxed in the overstuffed chair at the coffee shop, deep in conversation with Finney.

“Morgan!” Finney called out. “I haven’t seen you around here for a while.”

Her breath caught in her chest as their eyes met. Morgan, the man who wore work pants, a plaid shirt, and had hid his face under a scraggly beard the first time she met him, took her breath away. He still wore the plaid Honey had a hard time seeing past, but there were changes now. Under the flannel shirt, open like a jacket, he wore a form-fitting T-shirt that displayed his defined pecs. The cargo pants were gone. Now he wore jeans that showed off just how long his legs really were. His shaggy hair had grown into long curls that brushed his collar, and his chiseled jaw line and square chin were covered in a delectable even growth of stubble that made him appear sexy and fierce.

“Finney,” Morgan reached out a hand to shake Finney’s in greeting. “Yeah, I was gone for a couple of weeks. Good to see you again.” He turned to Honey and held his hands up in a presentation gesture. “I am on time.”

Honey giggled, color tinging her cheeks pink in a slight blush. “Yes, you are. Finally.” She stood and slung her purse over her shoulder. “See ya’ later, Finney.” She grabbed Morgan’s hand.

As they turned to leave, Finney pointed and asked “You two?”

Honey nodded.

“Lucky girl,” Finney muttered not too quietly as they left.

“I need to feed Calliope. Mind if I drive?” Honey felt giddy in Morgan’s presence. It felt as if gravity had forgotten about her. Last night he’d saved her and comforted her. Tonight she planned for a repeat of that kiss that burned her soul—and possibly more.

Honey parked across the street from her building. A small moving van blocked her normal spot.

“I have to take care of the litter box too. Want to come in?” she asked, gathering her belongings to get out of the car.

“Sure.” Morgan followed her across the street.

They stepped through the outer door into the entry hall. Honey stopped to retrieve her mail.

She saw him looking at the lock. “What’s up?”

He pointed at the paint chipped around the latch, exposing wood. “Honey, are these scratches new? Where they here before?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t remember the door looking like that.”

“Hmm.” Morgan pushed at the door into the building with his finger. The door swung open. He ran his finger over the latch. Honey saw electrical tape covering the catch.

Holding one hand, out he said, “Give me your keys.”

She placed them in his palm.

Morgan stepped into the hallway. He stopped at the door to the front apartment. Honey watched as he ran his hands around the seam where door met jam. He knocked then tested the handle. The door was safely locked. Honey’s door, however, did not appear to be in the same condition. From where she stood in the hall, she could see the door to her apartment stood open.

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