How the fuck did I let her talk me into this?
Dante had gotta used to doing some small things in
public again with Sarah, but having her go back to teaching
her piano classes and playing for the seniors at the youth
center was way out of his comfort zone. The center was to
dam open, ad there was too many places to hide. It was
also busy, especially on senior bingo night, and it was al-
ways open to the public.
His arms crossed in front of him, he sat in the fourth
row of chairs set up in the music room, his emotions al-
ready raw for hearing and watching Sarah play. He'd
locked the door after all the seniors had filed in, but he
didn't like having the door at his back. Also, he didn't care
for the fact that he wasn't closer to Sarah. The eager senior
hd arrived early, leaving him farther away than he wanted
to be from his woman.
Glancing at his watch, he knew the impromptu concert
would only last about I've more minutes, but it was going
to feel like a goddamn lifetime for him. Grated, almost ev-
very in the room was over the age of seventy-ice except
for Grady, Emily, Jared, and Randi, but he wasn't worried
about who was already in the room. His gut instinct was
screaming at him to scoop Sarah up and take her away to
a place where he could protect her. If her asshole attacker
knew her routine, he knew that she taught classes here and
was connected to the center. Dante was pissed off at him-
self that one look at her pleading violet eyes had made him
free to let her move on with her life. She was right in some
ways. It had been a while, the perp still hadn't been spotted,
and she needed a normal life. Unfortunately, the reason wasn't
his friend right now. He wanted Sarah to be safe.
Four more minutes.
Would he ever get used to Sarah exposing herself in
public if Thompson was never captured or killed? He'd
spend every single moment of the rest of his life with that
niggling, fucking irritating worry, terrified that one small
slipup could get her killed. The longer it took to catch the
asshole, the more willing Sarah would be to go on with her
life. It was exactly what she'd done after the attack, moving
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