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Someone slams into the back of me, pushing me off balance. My gaze with Rhett breaks as I fall forward.
Right before I hit the ground, Rhett is by my side, pulling me up into his arms.
My body instantly melts into his touch, remembering what it felt like to be wrapped in his arms. Remembering what it was like to be loved by him.
I take in a deep breath of his citrusy scent, feeling overwhelmed and confused, but also feeling like I’m finally home again.
Pushing off his chest so I can stand on my own, I ask, “What are you doing here?”
Chapter Three
RHETT
Playingprofessional hockey was always a dream of mine. Not only is the sport thrilling and an excellent way to work out, but being well known in a hockey loving town has its perks.
And I typically exploit it every chance I get.
I circle through the airport roundabout and pull up to the baggage claim, parking right out front. Several people shoot me dirty looks, but I don’t care.
I wanted a closer spot, and now that all the cabs are gone for the day, I can finally park right up at the door.
An airport employee sticks his head out of the sliding door and looks right at me. I give him a friendly nod.
He frowns in return and gestures to the no parking sign.
I can’t help but to grin in return. Most of the police in town know who I am, and for the few that don’t, well, they know about the Savannah Sharks and they know about Arturo Marino.
No one fucks with us, especially since Arturo just bought the Sharks.
Speaking of Arturo and the Sharks, I pick up my phone and text Joeyand Spencer.
How’d the job go?
Joey responds almost immediately.
Never happened.
Damn. This shit is getting ridiculous. Arturo isn’t going to stand by and just let this keep happening. There will be hell to pay. I’d hate to be on the receiving end of Arturo’s anger.
I type out a quick response.
That’s the third time this week.
His response doesn’t come right away.
Where’s Spencer and why hasn’t he chimed in? Are they with Arturo trying to come up with a course of action?
Damn, I really hate missing out on all the fun. Instead, I’m playing chauffeur. Not that I mind picking up Francesca. It will be good to see her again without the guys or her family around.
A message pops up from Joey.
Yeah, and Dad is livid. Got to go. We’ll fill you in tomorrow morning.
Turning off my car, I get out and lean against the passenger door. Between missing the job and waiting for Francesca, I feel too anxious to sit still.
Glancing through the airport doors, I see thepower flicker, then go out. Screams echo throughout the building.
Pushing off the car, I prepare to run inside to try to find Francesca, but the lights turn back on. They are the backup generator lights, but it’s enough to stop the screaming.