Page 6 of Heartbreak Hero

Shooting up in bed, he listened for any noise.

“Shit!”

Sara was gone.

He ran a hand down his face,thiswas the main reason he never fucking drank.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his head pounded, and he cupped his face.

Back to square one, damn it. He hadn’t even had the wherewithal to put a tracker on her.

Some fucking tracker he turned out to be. He jerked off the sheet, her scent of honey lingered, and he fisted the soft white material.

Last night had been…

Very unexpected.

And should have never fucking happened.

Sara stood beneath the hot shower in her tiny studio apartment and cursed herself.

“Why! Why!” Why had she screwed Levi Huxley of all people?

Because he was sexy?

“No, no, no,” she hissed and aggressively washed her hair and rinsed.

Snapping off the water, she grabbed a towel for her hair and then wrapped another around herself before she made her way to her closet.

Pulling on a pair of black dress slacks, she slid into a crisp red button-up blouse and started on the process of drying her long hair.

Levi crept into her thoughts once again. Who was she kidding? She hadn’t stopped thinking about him all night into this morning. The guy was like a fine wine, and he sure knewhow to heat up the sheets. Her nipples tightened when she thought of the way he had skillfully played with her.

She shook herself. Damn, she wanted him again.

“Nope,” she told her reflection and wiggled the blow dryer to send her damp hair flying.

Levi was just a one-night stand. He was probably halfway back to Seattle right now.

So what if she screwed him last night? She was entitled to have a wild night once in a while.

Shit, her eyes widened. They hadn’t used protection.

She would stop by the pharmacy and grab some Plan B on the way to work.

She hated the idea. She had promised herself that if she ever became pregnant, she would cherish the child. Tears stung her eyes.

“Oh, Sara,” she sighed as she shut off the hairdryer and slid her feet into a pair of black pumps. “You’re supposed to be making better choices.”

Mandy called her just as Sara stepped outside to wait for her Lyft.

“What’s up, hon?” Sara said.

“Oh, thank god. Can you cover for me? I’m supposed to be there in ten minutes, but I’m going to be an hour or more late. My sitter called in sick,” Mandy said.

“Of course,” Sara said and walked to the curb just as her Lyft pulled up. Sara checked the license plate before sliding into the backseat of the car.

“I’m on my way now,” she told Mandy.

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