Spinning around, she raced back into the hallway, grabbing her backpack as she ran to her condo.Radley locked the door as she began dialing 911, rushing to her bedroom to retrieve her weapon.She was still breathing heavily and shaking when the police arrived, but it was Boone’s appearance twenty minutes later that threw her completely off kilter.She’d texted the entire team, and when she’d opened the door to see Boone standing there, looking like some dark avenging angel, she’d seen the murderous expression on his face.
Boone was out for blood.
Chapter 15
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BOONE RAN UP THE STAIRWELL, cursing at the policemen blocking his path.Nothing and no one would stop him right now.They could haul his ass off to jail later on if they wanted.He was getting to Radley come hell or high water.
After a terse discussion, they finally let him pass.The perp was long gone, but he’d left splatters of blood at the top of the stairs.Boone would have been scared shitless that Radley was hurt after seeing that, except she’d already texted the team to say she’d broken the asshole’s nose.
Good girl.
He knocked on her door, glancing sideways at everyone in the hallway watching him.
While he didn’t like Radley arguing with him so much, at the moment, he appreciated the hell out of her gutsiness.He had no doubt that she’d given her attacker a run for his money, but he also felt guilty for not escorting her to her condo like he’d wanted.
Damn stubborn woman.
The threats to Radley were escalating.What had started as text messages had turned into trapping her in a cabin, setting it ablaze, then attacking her in her own building when that had failed.And what was meant to come next?He hated to even think of the possibilities.
She swung open the door, looking both frightened and mad at the same time.Boone was vibrating with tension himself, pissed the hell off, and his anger eased only slightly when he saw that she was okay.
“I got another nastygram earlier—this time delivered in person,” she said as way of greeting.“What are you doing here?”
“What do you think I’m doing here?”he asked, irritation radiating off him.Radley was pale, her hair slightly tangled, but she was still the prettiest damn thing he’d ever seen.He reached for her without thinking, brushing back some of that silky dark hair and resting his hand against the side of her face.It might’ve been inappropriate, but he didn’t give a shit.
She was warm.Soft.Alive.
And his heart was still thundering in his chest.He’d spent countless hours in the sniper’s roost, watching his teammates from above.Boone prided himself on being cool, calm, and collected.The terror he’d felt when Radley said she’d been attacked was like nothing he’d ever known.
“I needed to see if you were okay,” he ground out, his voice gruff.
Their eyes locked for a moment, understanding shining in her own.It was hard to believe he’d known this woman mere weeks.
Boone dropped his hand, and Radley moved to the side, Boone striding into her condo like he’d been there a million times before.The police officers were finishing up their report, and he eyed the two men, then Radley.“Care to tell me exactly what happened?”