Bab 46: Chapter 46

Whoa! Where had this streak of melodrama come from? His omega’s safety came first. Time enough later to work out any misunderstanding.

Summoning the stoic determination he’d always relied on under stress, Grant molded his features into a neutral expression, hiding his anguish. “My vehicle is two blocks that way.” With military precision, he pivoted and headed down the road, eyes forward, fighting the near irresistible urge to turn around, toss his omega over his shoulder, and haul ass out of there.

When Grant got to the corner, he glanced back and let his tense shoulders sag in relief. Rafael was hurrying after him, having trouble keeping up in those absurd prison shoes. Grant waited a few moments, envisioning how he’d love to dress the man in the elegant clothes Rafael so deserved. And then, of course, undress him.