doors like that wouldn’t keep out most shifters.” She said it jokingly but he just nodded in agreement.
“You should really live in a building where you have to buzz your guests in. It’s not much, but at least it would stop just anyone wandering up and down your halls.”
But it would have stopped you getting in . “Did you come all the way over here to discuss my terrible security? Or was there another reason?”
“You’ve been crying,” he said accusingly.
She couldn’t deny it. She’d cried over the dead woman, she’d cried over the fact that she might have made a mistake about the boy, and she’d cried pathetically over what a mess she had made on her first day of work. Pity party – table for one!
“I’m worried that you might be right, about the boy. I’m worried that I was wrong…”
“You weren’t wrong,” he declared curtly.
“What?”
He sucked in a deep breath. “When we searched his room, we found pictures of women he’d clearly been stalking, and three of those women included the ones who were attacked. We found his roll of duct tape; it had some splashes of the third victim’s blood on from when he hit her. It was him. When we questioned him, he finally admitted it. The first three victims were girls who rejected him. But he broke down about Hilda; apparently he’d loved her for years, but fearing that she’d never love him back, he killed her.”
Erin let out a sob, and she felt her legs give way. In a flash, she was encircled by strong, warm arms and was soon deposited on the couch. He didn’t move away like she expected, no, he hovered over her, concern evident on his handsome face.
“Do you want me to get you a glass of water?”
“No! No, thank you, just don’t leave me… I just need a few moments.”
How could she say, I like having you so close to me? How could she articulate feelings that even she didn’t understand?
Gunner seemed satisfied with her answer and settled into the couch next to her, shoulder to shoulder. Or rather shoulder to bicep . He really was big. The drunken part of her mind wondered whether he was in proportion, you know , in all areas, but Erin quickly scolded herself. Now was not the time! Would there be another time?
“Getting this guy so quickly was a real boon, Erin. It’s a good job you were there.”
She felt pleasure at his words blossom within her. Actual praise!
“But, the way you went about it today…” He exhaled deeply. “Things could have been a lot worse. We got lucky finding that blood on the duct tape. If we hadn’t, he could have argued that everything was circumstantial. And worst of all, you could have been seriously hurt. No, you could have been killed.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
“Please, stop apologizing,” he groaned.
“I’m…” She caught herself before she said it again.
“Look, I came over here to say well done but also to bawl you out on the whole gun thing. So considered yourself officially told off.”
“Okay.”
Erin pinched the skin on her hand, and he watched her curiously.
Gunner turned to look at her, searchingly. “Seriously, how are you feeling?”
She shrugged. “My neck’s really sore.”
He ran a finger over the burgeoning bruises, and she shivered under his touch. She clamped her legs together as she felt her sex moisten. It ought to be illegal the way he made her feel. She wondered if he elicited the same reaction in all women? A spark of anger ignited in her. She didn’t want any other women to think of him that way. Only her .
His finger stopped as it reached her collarbone, and jeez, she almost begged him to keep going further until he reached her aching nipples. Her sex life had always been more of a pull your pants down, two minutes later it was all over, kind of deal. She couldn’t recall any man ever taking the time to touch her breasts even, but here they were,