Page 76 of Fractured

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I made the fifteen-minute drive in ten minutes.

No. She. Fucking. Wasn’t.

No. She. Fucking. Wasn’t. Sitting. Across. From. Some. Other. Man.

I didn’t fucking think so.

I ignored the people who shouted, threw open my door, and stormed around my car into the restaurant.

I ignored the woman at the podium and stalked around the side and up to their table, and growled, “Care to tell me what the fuck is going on here?”

Talia looked up at me and glared, “You know, I started wondering what was stinking up the place. Now I know why.”

Fuck, but that mouth on her.

“Get up,” I growled.

Talia looked up at me and narrowed her eyes, “Take a hike, Big Foot. I’m not speaking to you.”

I smirked, “You just did.”

She rolled her eyes.

Then her date asked, “Umm, is there something going on between the two of you?”

I nodded, “Yeah, she escaped my basement. Don’t know why, though. She really creamed her panties when I brought out my collection of knives.”

Talia gasped.

The man paled.

She growled, “Dominik, meet Mr. Clint Tavis. A hopeful new client.”

Well. Fuck.

“Shit,” I muttered, then dragged a hand through my hair.

“The audacity that you would think I would do that to you, inexcusable, Dominik Lee Davis. You can get fucked.” She snapped.

I looked at Clint and held out my hand, “Sorry about that. When you have a woman like Talia... you gotta make sure she doesn’t wander, can’t have another man seeing all that she is, and take her away from me.”

He nodded, then shook my hand.

Then the two of us got to talking about old model cars.

To say Talia didn’t have steam pouring out of her ears, I’d be lying.

She stormed out of the restaurant, her heels clacking along the floor.

I was in trouble.

But... good thing I knew how to get out of it.

And that was what I was about to do.

Come hell or high water.

I lengthened my stride, catching up to her in a few steps, wrapped my arms around her, and spun her around.

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