Page 7 of Echoes of Obsession
“We’re heading out,” King says. “It was nice to meet you.”
“Bye, Amara. We’ll talk soon.”
“Woman’s intuition, huh?” King says as they head towards the office door.
“You want to know what else my woman’s intuition is telling me?”
“We’re not getting a dog, baby.”
“We’ll see.”
“Are they always like that?” Snow asks.
“Disgustingly in love?” Emily cringes. “Yes. It’s so damn sweet that it gives me cavities. Don’t even get me started on my brother and his man. Anyway, I’m headed back out front. I hope to see you soon, Amara.”
“Bye,” Snow waves.
Then we’re alone.
“I’m really sorry about all of this,” she says quietly. “I’m embarrassed even though I’ve been through situations like this before. And I’m sure I will many times again.”
I frown at the thought of her having another seizure in a place where she isn’t protected.
“It’s alright, Snow,” I say. “You ready to go, or do you need to rest a bit?”
“I just want to go home,” she says, almost defeated.
I shake off the need to comfort her and guide her through the club and out the door. We’re stopped several times with someone wanting to tell me something.
“Hey, Ghost,” a woman purrs as we pass her by. “Want to dance?”
“Got shit to do,” I tell her. “Try asking your husband.”
By the time we reach my car I’ve had to sidestep several women and a few men.
“You’re very popular,” Snow tells me as I open the door for her dog. “A lot of people want your attention.”
“All they want is a title, a favor, or a story,” I respond. “They either want to be the one who fucked an Obsidian, or they want something from me and my family. Either way, I’m not interested.”
“Oh,” she mumbles as I shut the back door and open the passenger. “Thanks.”
Rounding the car, I shake my head, trying to dislodge the thought of what having her in my car is doing to my damn brain. I need to drop her off and get as far away as possible.
“Address,” I ask.
“Harborview Heights,” she answers. “East side.”
I grunt my response and head to the run-down apartment complex she’s talking about. During the entire trip, I ignore the hell out of my head. I don’t want to drop her off there. It’s not a safe place.
But she doesn’t belong to me.
“I’m sorry,” she says when her phone rings. “I have to take this. It’s my daughter’s father.”
Her daughter’s father. Does that mean that they’re not together?
“Hey, is everything okay?”
Snow flinches when a male voice yells through the phone so loudly that I can hear every word he’s saying.