Page 181 of Daddy's Trust
There was something familiar about him, something she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. It wasn’t until she realized he was limping that she figured it out.
This was Limpy.
What the heck? Why was Limpy attacking them?
Then he was on her, grabbing her and throwing her to the floor. He loomed over her, and that was when she saw the knife.
“Addie, no!” Monroe screamed.
Addie knew this was it, the moment she was going to die. He was going to stab her to death right here in the hall.
Hairspray!
Oh hell! How had she forgotten?
Raising the can, she squirted it straight into his face. Thankfully, it was the hairspray, and not the shaving foam.
He let out a startled yell and released his hold on her. It was enough for her to scramble away and get to her feet.
“Addie, let’s go!” Monroe grabbed her arm.
But, no, he wasn’t incapacitated enough. He could come after them. Addie had to do something. Bringing her foot up, she slammed it down on his balls, crying out in horror as he screamed in pain.
Oh God. Oh God.
Addie didn’t know how she’d managed that, but she did know she was going to be ill.
“Let’s go!” Monroe tugged at her, and they raced toward the front door.
Monroe’s hands were shaking, and she was sobbing softly as she unlocked the door. Addie couldn’t help but look back. She saw him lying on the ground, moaning softly, his hands cupped around his balls.
She shouldn’t feel bad. He was going to stab her!
Then they were outside, racing down the footpath to the road. They turned to the right and ran smack into two large men.
Addie let out a scream, her arms windmilling as she tried to catch her balance. Two firm hands grabbed her around her hips, holding her steady.
“No!”
Fight! She had to fight. Were these men with Limpy? Were they going to hurt her and Monroe? She couldn’t let that happen!
Curling her hands into fists, she pounded them against his chest. “Let me go! Let me go!”
“Addie! Addie, it’s me!”
She didn’t think about how this guy knew her name, or the fact that he was touching her so gently, she was just too scared, too full of adrenaline.
The need to flee was riding her hard.
The guy pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and holding her still. She couldn’t move!
“Addie, take a deep breath, baby. It’s me. It’s Cash.”
Wait, what?
How could it possibly be Cash? Cash wasn’t here. He was in Montana. Was she having hallucinations?
“Ralen?” Monroe asked. “Cash? What are you guys doing here?”
