To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence 7)

Jenna looked over at Daisy. “You okay, girl?”

/> The dog panted, her tail wagging so Jenna figured she was all right.”

“Hunter,” the man answered his phone abruptly.

“What kind of fucking idiot security company did you hire,” Curt spat out.

“Curt!” Jenna scolded.

But he was too far gone for niceties right now.

“What happened?” Hunter’s voice was surprisingly calm.

“As we were pulling out of the Jasons’ driveway, some maniac egged the car on Jenna’s side.”

There was a pause. Hunter would know what Curt was thinking. That it could have been so much worse than a bit of egg on his truck.

“I’ll find someone new. What were you doing there anyway?”

“We went there to get some jewelry for Jenna’s mother. I knew we shouldn’t have gone. I won’t make a mistake like that again.”

“It’s just some eggs, guys.”

“Not the point,” Hunter replied. “They got close enough to throw something at you.” He didn’t elaborate, and Curt was thankful. He didn’t want to upset Jenna more than necessary.

“You headed to your place?”

“Yeah. Almost there. We’re going to court tomorrow for the bail hearing.”

“Want some extra bodies?”

“Travis is coming.”

Hunter snorted. “Still hanging around like a bad smell, huh? We need to arrange a meet for Tuesday. How about eleven?”

“We’ll be there.”

Curt nodded at Jenna to end the call as they entered his parking garage. He got out then went around to grab Daisy before opening Jenna’s door. He quickly handed her Daisy’s lead. He kept a watch on their surroundings while they made their way to his apartment.

He shut and locked the door then set the alarm. “Come on, Daisy, let’s do a little check.” Having the dog around had its advantages. He took her leash from Jenna and walked with her through the apartment.

“All clear,” he told her when he returned.

Jenna reached out a hand, placing it on his arm. “Curt, are you okay? You’re kind of acting . . . crazy.”

Crazy? Really? “You could have been hurt.”

She placed her hands on her hips. “It was eggs.”

He cupped her face. “It could have been a weapon, bullets.”

She could have been seriously harmed. The thought of her being hurt, of losing her…he took in a deep breath. He needed to be in charge right now. Needed that control. To reassure himself she was all right. She was everything to him. He knew it seemed like he was overreacting and, yeah, maybe he was. But he couldn’t stand the idea of her being harmed. He took hold of her hand and drew her further into the apartment before stopping and taking a step back.

“Strip,” he ordered her.

She studied him, and he didn’t know how he’d react if she rejected him right now. But a small smile crossed her lips, and she started to pull off her clothes.

Thank you, God.