cry,” he commanded, as if the order would somehow make her stop.
She sobbed out something that sounded a lot like, ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me’ before she cupped her face in her hands.
Her shoulders shook as she tried to hold back her tears but he couldn’t stand it anymore. Covering the short distance between them, he pulled her into his arms, rubbing a comforting hand down her spine. She buried her face against his chest and, taking him by surprise again, wrapped her arms around his waist and held on for dear life.
She might not know what was wrong with her, but he did. She’d seen someone close to her killed, she’d been shot and she was trying to deal with a shitty situation alone. On top of all that she was probably dealing with a healthy dose of shock and grief.
Even though Roman prided himself on staying away from any drama—unlike his twin—there was no way in hell he was walking away from a woman in need. After his father died, his mom had been left raising two, demanding boys. Looking back he knew how hard it had been on her. Maybe that was why something about women in need always called to him.
Even if he wasn’t sure Taylor was innocent in all this, he’d be damned if he let her walk away with no protection.
Chapter 4
Neal glanced at Benjamin Escobar, the head of security for the Powers Group, as the man swiped his security card over the elevator pad. “You don’t need to come with me.”
Over six hours later, Neal had finally been allowed to return to the building now that Hugh’s body had been removed and Neal had been processed for gunshot residue. He had some on him, which was easily explainable since he’d been in the vicinity of Taylor when she’d allegedly shot at him and because he’d supposedly gone to the aid of Hugh. It would be strange if he didn’t have any on him, but there wasn’t a ton of blowback on his current clothing, which was good. Now he needed to get rid of the other clothes and weapon he’d stashed and he couldn’t do it with Escobar hanging around like his shadow.
Escobar, who was about the same height as him at five-ten, shot him a stony glance before motioning to the elevator door that opened. There was an intimidating air about him that Neal could never ignore. “I’m not leaving your side while you’re here.”
For some reason, Neal wasn’t sure if Escobar was shadowing him because he was concerned, or for other reasons. He couldn’t help but feel paranoid, especially after he’d killed Hugh, but Neal wondered if Escobar had somehow guessed. The man was a straight arrow and it was damn annoying. No, Neal was just being paranoid. How could Escobar have any clue?
“The security cameras are up and running again so you have nothing to worry about.” Much to his annoyance the police had wanted to look at the video feeds immediately. He’d expected that . What he hadn’t expected was for Escobar to be able to link everything back online so quickly, but he’d done it as soon as he’d arrived at the office that morning. Neal thought he’d knocked the system offline for a while. He knew he’d erased everything, but still…it made him edgy worrying about the clothes in the empty conference room.
“Hmm,” was all Escobar said. Then, “Did Taylor say anything after shooting Hugh?”
Neal shook his head. “No. It all happened so fast. I guess she might have said something, but I was just trying to run for my life. It was…crazy. I still can’t believe she killed him.”
“Me either.” As usual, Escobar’s tone was unreadable.
Since Escobar clearly wasn’t going to leave and Neal couldn’t afford to make him suspicious, he decided to make use of him. “Will you bring Paige and Marissa up to my office? I want to speak to them.”
Taylor had called Paige and Marissa after she’d gone on the run. He was still raging that his man hadn’t been able to track down Taylor, but her running made her look guilty, which was damn