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Slate turned his glare onto his friend.
Jag held up his hands in surrender. “If looks could kill,” he muttered.
“She’s got a point,” Aleck added. “You’re extra surly today.”
“Whatever,” Slate said. “We gonna get out of here or what?”
“Right. Now that the excitement is over, Slate’s impatient to get going. No surprise there,” Pid said with a chuckle.
Lexie couldn’t help but grin. She was already getting used to these guys. The way they kidded around and were almost brutal about it. “Thank you all for rushing to my rescue,” she told them.
“We’re a little jumpy,” Mustang said. “After Elodie’s incident, we’re a bit faster to react…or overreact, as the case may be.”
“Well, I appreciate it. I’ve never had anyone really care much about me before.”
“We care,” Aleck said seriously.
Lexie smiled at him.
“I’ll walk you to your apartment,” Midas said.
Lexie frowned as his teammates headed for the door. “Oh, but you came with them.”
“I’m not leaving you,” he told her.
Right. It seemed he was still a bit on edge. Lexie couldn’t blame him. “Okay.”
“We can take a taxi to my place.”
“The bus goes out that way,” Lexie said.
“No. That’ll take too long. Taxi or Uber,” Midas said.
Lexie shrugged. “All right. That works.”
“Come on, we’re leaving.”
Lexie let Midas grab her hand, and she waved to her coworkers as he shuttled her out the door and toward her apartment.
Chapter Twelve
Midas knew he was being a bit overbearing and heavy-handed, but he couldn’t help it. Lexie had scared the hell out of him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been that fucking terrified. He’d heard people screaming and yelling through the phone line and had no idea what was happening. Then Lexie had dropped that bomb about there being weapons on the premises before hanging up on him.
The half hour it took for him to get to her were the longest minutes of his life. He couldn’t bear to take his hands off her or let her out of his sight.
He did his best to get his emotions under control as he escorted Lexie to her building. He stood right by her side in the elevator and the second she’d unlocked her door and they were inside her apartment, he took her in his arms once more.
“I’m okay,” she reassured him for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I’m so used to fending for myself, it didn’t even dawn on me that you’d be worried.”
“Worried?” Midas asked. “Shit, Lex. I was way past worried.” Her lip wobbled, and he pressed her face against his shoulder. “Shhhh, I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”
“I just feel horrible about it all.”
“I know.”
“I promise, I’ll never do anything like that again.”
“I know you won’t.”
