The door to the station opens and the conversation stops. As if I’d conjured her, Abby walks in. Surprised as hell to see her, I blink, before concern rears up and has my heart beating too fast. “Abby, is everything okay?”
She saunters toward me, hips swaying in a black-belted coat. “Sorry to drop in on you, but I was watchingRescue Meon Netflix and saw girls do that sometimes.”
Every guy around the table smiles because it’s not the first time we’ve heard that.
A small hesitant quiver touches her lips and her head tilts. “I really need to talk to you.”
A tickle of alarm creeps up my neck. Abby is not given to impulsive drop bys, so it must be important. “Okay.”
She glances around at the men littered around the table and lowers her voice. “In private?”
Trevor grins at her. “Hey, Abby, how are you?”
Abby’s gaze darts furtively at me before waving at Trevor. “Good, thank you, and yourself?”
“Are you looking forward to tomorrow night?” Trevor asks, amusement clear in his tone.
A faint blush stains her cheeks and she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, her brow furrowing. She clears her throat. “Yeah, um, sure.”
That doesn’t sound sure, and worry burrows in my stomach.
“I think Cody’s the only one you haven’t met,” Trevor says, gesturing at the man in question.
Abby nods at the dark-haired firefighter and clutches her coat. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“We were just talking about you.” Cody gives her a long, slow once-over before meeting her eyes.
“Good things, I hope.” As Cody stares at her, her flush deepens and she instinctively lowers her gaze. The guy has some sort of a sixth sense when it comes to submissive females, and while Abby and I mainly skirt around the edges of domination, she has definite tendencies.
Cody chuckles. “Only the best, little Abby.”
“That’s enough.” I’m impatient and my voice is laced with a distinct undercurrent of menace. I rise from the chair, walk over to her and grip her arm. “Come with me.”
“Yes.” Her lashes flutter up at me.
My heart is still pounding away at an unreasonable rate, like I’m on the threshold of danger, but I calmly walk her down a small corridor. When we reach the tool room, I swing open the door and pull her inside. Not wanting to risk interruption, I click the lock shut and turn to face her.
She blinks as though in a daze. “What were they talking about?”
“Forget them.” I wave a dismissive hand at the door. A million bad reasons for her visit come to mind and I ask, “Is something wrong?”
“Yes.” Her expression gives nothing away.
My body goes cold, alert and ready for disaster. “What is it?”
“I think you should sit down.” She glances at the work stool. “Please?”
What the fuck is going on? I’m not going to lose her, am I? Not now when things are going so well. Stomach tense, I sit and cross my arms over my chest.
Gaze locked on mine, she begins to untie the knot at her waist. “The thing is, Lukas…”
Blood racing, I nod, urging her to continue before I break out in full-blown panic.
The coat drops in a puddle at her feet and my jaw goes slack.
Oh.
She squares her shoulders and puts her hands on her hips before giving me a sinful smile. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”