Strong and Sexy (Sky High Air #2)(17)

“Talk to me, Dani.”

Just his voice did something, brought her a sense of calm when she didn’t think she could ever find her calm again. “I didn’t mean to call you. Just a reflex, I think. So if you could forget this whole thing—”

“Just tell me what’s wrong.”

She squished herself farther into the shadows, but no one came out of her place. Had she imagined the whole thing?

“Dani.”

She glanced at Alan’s apartment again. Now would have been a really nice time for him to poke his head out.

No such luck.

She wasn’t far from work, about a mile. Sometimes she walked there, but doing so now in a T-shirt and men’s boxers didn’t appeal.

“Dani, damn it. Talk to me.”

“I fell asleep,” she whispered. “And when I woke up, I think there was someone in my apartment.”

“Where are you now?”

“Between my place and Alan’s.”

“Alan…” He tried to place the name. “Stalker Alan?”

“He’s not a stalker,” she whispered and rubbed the baseball bat for courage. “Listen, I’ll call the police from here, okay? I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have called you. Please, forget I called.”

“Dani—”

“Thanks.” She winced. Thanks? “Bye, Shayne.” She hit the off button and resisted smacking her own forehead with the phone.



Shayne gritted his teeth at the unmistakable click. “Hello? Dani? Don’t you hang up on me—” She’d hung up on him. “Damn it!” He pulled his cell phone from his ear to look at the readout. “She hung up on me.”

Still sprawled on the couch, Brody shrugged. “Saved you some time.”

“This is serious. At least I think it’s serious.” Shayne brought up the last number received on his phone, then called it.

“Interesting,” Brody noted to Maddie. “He’s calling her back. I think that constitutes date number two.” He looked at Shayne. “Aren’t you worried you’ll get your, what is it now, fourth rejection in a row?”

“Brody?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” Pick up, he silently urged Dani, while letting Brody’s teasing roll off his back. So he hadn’t been the most reliable of men where women were concerned. He’d never been a good bet. He didn’t stick. Ask his family. Ask any of the women he’d dated.

But this felt different. This wasn’t about sticking. Or at least that’s what he told himself as he waited. This was simply about helping someone who needed it.



Dani’s phone rang and she nearly lost a year of her life. Still against the wall between her apartment and Alan’s, she looked at the caller ID screen, felt her stomach quiver, and answered. “Shayne.”

“You call the cops yet?” he demanded.

“I—” Oh, God, was that a scraping sound behind her? Flattening herself to the wall, she squinted into the darkness and saw nothing. Breathe. Just breathe. She’d just half convinced herself she’d made this whole thing up, but she hadn’t manufactured that noise. “I’m fine,” she whispered.

“So fine your voice is shaking with terror. So fine you accidentally called me instead of the police.”

“I would have called them now,” she pointed out. “But you keep chatting.”

“You’re giving me gray hair as we speak. Gray hair, Dani.”

“Don’t worry. Gray will blend in nicely with your color.”

“Not funny.”

Through the phone, she heard a car start up. A Porsche. “Shayne, seriously. Stay put. I’m calling the police right now. I’m getting out of here.”

“Where to?”

“The zoo. I work there. It’ll be fine.” There was that word again, fine. She’d used it so much tonight it didn’t even sound like a word anymore.

“Don’t tell me you are going to walk.”

“Okay.” She winced. “I won’t tell you.”

“Jesus Christ. Another ten gray hairs just popped out on my head.”

“Look, I was going to knock on Alan’s door, but his place is dark.”

“That’s because it’s the middle of the night. Can you get to the street? Near one of the lights?”

“Yes.” Glancing behind her as she took the stairs, she saw no one, not a person, not another car, nothing. Sort of becoming a thing with her tonight. She got to the ground floor and moved toward the street. With a little distance, she began to breathe easier. “Seriously. This is silly.”

“If it turns out to be silly, then we can laugh and move on.”

“Gray hair and all?”

“Gray hair and all. But for right now, go with scary, and stay out of dark places. I’m nearly there.”

She didn’t know what to say or how to feel about the fact that his rushing over without question had brought a lump to her throat, so she quietly nodded. “Thanks,” she whispered, but the phone had died. She’d gone outside the parameters. Completely alone, she hugged the wall behind her and hoped he hurried.



Maddie sat at a bar looking at her date, wondering what the hell she’d been thinking. She’d met him at the party tonight, had agreed to this drink because he’d been funny and gorgeous and smart, but as she watched his lips moving while he talked, she wished…hell.