Chapter 83


    Chapter 83


    “If I’m dismissed, I don’t have anything to fall back on. The


    ident… all of my savings were cleared out with court fees


    and fines. I need this job. It pays the rent and buys our food…”


    “You still have me!” he shouted.


    Grace gasped. Jay never yelled. He was always calm. Even in


    horrible situations-violent situations-he was not so vtile.


    “I’ll earn money to take care of you,” he said more quietly. As if the outburst never happened. “Don’t


    give it another thought.”


    Grace stared dazedly at the man before her. She believed


    him. Even though he didn’t have a steady job and no home of his own, she trusted his word. Indeed,


    his words had given her an unprecedented sense of security.


    Maybe she didn’t have to go it alone. Maybe she did have someone she could rely on.


    “Make the call.” He brought the phone before her.


    She hesitated for a few seconds, then took the phone and called her manager on-call at the Sanitation


    Center.


    As the phone rang and she waited to be connected to her manager, she felt her blood pressure rise.


    She didn’t love this job, but she really didn’t want to lose it. She trusted that Jay could provide for them,


    but she didn’t want that responsibility


    to fall to him.


    “Hello, Mrs. Jacobson,” she said politely when her boss answered. Then she gave a summary of the


    ident, leaving out the whole “I was pushed by Zoe Stevens and bullied by my


    ex-fiancee’s new fiancee Lily Atkinson.”


    She thought Mrs. Jacobson would tell her no. Or that she’d have to apply with the county or request


    additional approvals,


    but there were no extra hurdles. To her total surprise, Mrs.


    Jacobson inquired about her health and suggested she take


    longer than a week if she needed to. Furthermore, she would


    still be paid the minimum wage and her sry would not be


    affected.


    Grace couldn’t believe it.


    “What happened?” Jason asked.


    “She said yes.”


    He continued to wash her foot, and his hand slipped around to massage her ankle. Then her calf.


    She sucked in a breath.


    His dark gaze cut to hers.


    “She, uh, told me to take more time.” Grace could feel her face


    heating. “That particr manager has never been very warm


    toward me…”


    “Don’t overthink it. You’re injured. It’s the right thing to do.”


    His fingers gently along her ankle again and she felt tingles of goodness from her foot to the top of her


    head. Had anyone


    ever washed or massaged her like this? Sean never did. Even


    in their most intimate times, he wasn’t one for much forey.


    As those tingles continued to race from the sole of her foot, up her leg to all those other ces, Grace


    felt her face grow


    redder. She could imagine his strong hands, those long fingers, tracing higher up her legs, to where


    they v-ed. And once her thoughts took that turn, she couldn’t look at him without imagining the things


    he could do to her.


    “All… all right.Thank you. I’m, uh, all clean,!” she hurriedly said. Ankles… who knew she had such


    sensitive ankles!?!


    And yet his fingers were still gripping her leg. “Let me dry you.”


    “It’s okay. I’m not that wet.” At least her legs and feet weren’t…


    “Don’t move, Sister,” he ordered.


    She felt awkward and frozen. Her senses were heightened with anticipation. Maybe it was the meds


    from the hospital. Maybe it was his touch, scent, his vow to take care of her.


    Whatever the reason…


    She wanted him.


    Jason unhurriedly picked up the towel next to him and carefully dried her. Then he swept her into his


    arms again, only this time, as he cradled her, she angled her head.


    His neck craned instantly toward hers.


    His eyelids lowered. When his lips were inches from hers, she sputtered, “J-Jay?”


    His body froze slightly, then he lifted his head with his usual expression as he asked, “Sister, what’s


    wrong?”


    “It’s… it’s nothing.” She bit her lip. Oh my god, had she imagined that moment? Was she so starved for


    intimacy that


    his kindness made her leap to the wrong conclusions?


    He ced her on the bed. “You should sleep early today.”


    “Yes,” she mumbled in agreement.


    He turned to go into the bathroom and closed the door.


    Jason stared at his reflection and wondered how he’de to be standing here. In a matchbox of a


    bathroom, in a studio


    t in a shit section of town, with the woman who’d killed his


    fiancee sleeping not five feet away from him.


    It wasn’t just being in this physical space… it was the


    emotional side of it.


    Touching Grace, feeling the flex of muscle beneath his fingertips, the smooth softness of her skin, just


    seeing the way she blushed and how her pupils dted at his simplest touch…


    He was drawn to this woman.


    He parceled each element away.


    Attraction. Respect. Trust. Desire.


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