Take (Fury Brothers #4)

My attacker’s arms only tightened.

Oh God. I was going to get abducted and murdered, and no one would ever find me.

“Hey!” a male voice yelled out from nearby.

My attacker froze.

I looked up and my heart surged into my throat.

Reath was sprinting down the sidewalk toward me.

“Reath!” I yelled and twisted again.

This time, I managed to get an arm free. I slapped back at the man behind me.

He spat out a vile curse, then he shoved me forward. I couldn’t break my fall. I hit the sidewalk on my stomach, the air knocked out of me.

Then Reath was there.

“Frankie? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I pushed up onto my hands and knees. “Where did he go?”

“He ran.” Reath’s tone was cutting. He stared over my head, and I could tell he really wanted to give chase.

Instead, he helped me to my feet. I didn’t tell him how glad I was he hadn’t left me. He dusted off my hands. My hipbone ached, but I didn’t think I was hurt.

“I think I’m fine.”

Reath glared down the street where the man had disappeared.

“My groceries didn’t make it,” I said sadly.

He cupped my jaw, and as soon as his fingers touched my skin, those damn tingles started again. I lost myself in his dark gaze.

Right now, I was just really glad I wasn’t alone. Or being dragged into some dark van by that guy.

“You’re all right,” he said quietly.

I was now.

7

REATH

Carrying Frankie’s shopping bags, I watched as she unlocked the door to the cute, small house near Audubon Park. I’d rescued as many vegetables as I could.

“Just put those on the kitchen counter,” she said.

The house wasn’t big. The downstairs had a renovated kitchen and living area with a fireplace, and polished, blonde-wood floors. I set the bags down on the marble countertop in the kitchen. A staircase led up to what I guessed was probably two bedrooms and a bathroom.

“I was so lucky to find this place,” Frankie said. “It’s close to the park and shops, and not far from the university. And it was furnished. Although I do need to finish unpacking.”

There were several boxes stacked against one wall. I eyed her. She was talking a little fast, but she seemed to have shaken off the attack. Her dark hair was mussed and her cheeks a little pale. I could tell she was putting on a brave face.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes.” She threaded her fingers together. “I can’t believe that guy was so brazen. I’m so glad you arrived.” Her brow creased. “How did you arrive just in time?”