Page 61 of Forced Proximity
I’d attempted to leave twice now, and each time I’d been about to go and was saying my goodbyes, I’d look over and see Finnian’s eyes on me.
He hadn’t outright asked me to stay, but I could see the pleading in them.
He wanted me to stay, so I’d stayed.
But I really needed to get out of these clothes, and I was desperate for a shower.
I still had their family member’s blood on me, even if you couldn’t see it thanks to the dark color of my scrubs.
I walked over to Finnian, my eyes solely glued on him, and stopped directly in front of him. “Come on.”
He glanced up. “What?”
“Come on,” I repeated. “We’re leaving.”
He didn’t fight me, only stood up and caught hold of my hand.
I made eye contact with Webber on my way out, and he nodded his head in thanks.
I didn’t say goodbye to anyone else.
I walked out with the man on my arm and headed for my truck.
He didn’t complain about the way my seats sagged, and I had a five-gallon jug wedged between the front seats and the back, holding both seats up enough so they didn’t fall all the way back.
A new car was definitely on the agenda…I only had to pay off about eight hundred thousand dollars in lawyer fees first.
I didn’t ask him where to take him.
This time, he came to my place and not his.
He didn’t say a word about the gangbangers that were perched on their porch steps throughout the neighborhood.
He didn’t complain when I had to park eight blocks away from my apartment building.
And he didn’t complain that we had to walk through several homeless individuals, either.
I imagined that once he was back in the right state of mind, he would be pissed at the conditions I was living—most men were when they found out where I lived. Hell, even Eugene had been offended and had offered to ‘allow me to live with them until I could get back on my feet.’
I’d said no, of course.
I also had a feeling that his offer came more from a “I can’t have my fiancée’s sister living in a hellhole. What would people think about me allowing that?”
He hadn’t been concerned for me, to be honest.
He had been concerned with his reputation.
That reminded me that I needed to respond to her text messages soon, or she’d be coming over, and I didn’t want that.
Honestly, if she could just leave me the fuck alone for a while, I’d be happy.
I let us into my apartment, and only once we were inside with the doors locked did I let go of his hand.
“The bathroom’s in there. Go use it. Shower. Then you can crawl into my bed.”
He didn’t argue, which worried me even more.
He hadn’t said a word since I’d told him what had happened.
