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If she didn’t let him go, this was going to get weird.
She should let go.
Let go.
Sarah dropped her arms. Her shoulders drooped, and she stepped backward out of his grip. “Well, okay, if you say it’s safe now.”
Yeah, that sounded like she wasn’t pathetic. Maybe it even suggested that the hug was only because they hadn’t been safe.
Blaze reached over and held her hand.
Oh, sweet Jesus. It was so close to being held that she almost teared up again.
He said, “My friends are here to ensure we’re okay. We are safe now. Are you okay?”
She nodded, not trusting her clamping throat.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go upstairs and let them in.”
24
Rogue Security
Blaze
At the staircase, Blaze paused, still capturing Sarah’s hand in his.
Her hand, his, the warmth of her touch flooded him from their fingers intertwined.
The text he’d received from Magnus had been assurances that no bogies remained.
But he knew what was waiting up there, outside the front door.
Blaze turned, looking down at her from where he stood on the step above, and he couldn’t release her hand.
Sarah was still wearing his long tee shirt that barely skimmed her knees and probably nothing else, as vulnerable as a friendly kitten.
The cotton knit around her midsection was still creased from the kinbaku ropes.
He dropped her soft hand against an instinct deep inside. “You might be more comfortable if you changed into your clothes.”
Sarah glanced down at herself like she was just remembering that she was only wearing a long shirt and had bare feet. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
“Let’s go.” He turned and led the way back down the dark stairs.
Her bare feet padded the stair risers behind him as he approached the house’s lower bedroom level again. Before they turned corners, he held his hand back to signal her to stop and peered around before they progressed, holding one of his weapons low with the barrel pointed at the wooden floor in front of his toes, more out of habit than anything else.
A laundry basket outside the door held her clean, folded clothes when they reached her room.
Blaze gestured to the door across the hall from her bedroom, another of the rooms set into the hillside like his office with only one narrow window near the ceiling. “Take them into that bathroom.”
Sarah had started to walk into her bedroom but turned. “But I could just change in there.”
He shook his head. “Negative. Change in this bathroom.”
“But you said the reinforcements were here.”
He nodded. “The security personnel I called are stationed around the house, including on the pool deck.”
