It Takes Two Book 4 (The Matchmaker Series, Book 4): An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Ellie Danes Page B
Authors: Ellie Danes
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Mason
I didn’t have time to evaluate my car options as I jumped into the car in pursuit of Harper. The new 6-series BMW was closest and that would have to do. The wheels squealed as I darted out of the garage, down the short driveway and pulled into traffic, desperately trying to keep an eye on the Mustang following Harper’s Camry. I weaved in and out of traffic, trying to stay close, but not too close as I wondered exactly what her pursuer was after.
My heart pounded as we stop briefly at the stoplight and then continued into Harper’s apartment complex. I watched as she quickly slid her car into the first space and attempted to jump out of the car. Everything was moving in slow motion as I jerked the car into an adjacent space and made my way over to the ensuing action.
By the time I had made it over to where the stranger had Harper pinned between her car and his body, the rage had boiled over, seeping through my very being as my fingers wrapped roughly around his arm, tossing him aside easily.
I looked at Harper, analyzing her appearance. Her face, flushed, her hair, a little tangled and falling around her face. She looked scared, frustrated and angry all wrapped into one. My attention immediately turned to the dark hoodie clad attacker. I heard him huffing and puffing as he came at me, fist raised. I side-stepped, grabbing his arm again, twisting it around his back, and slamming him up against the beat-up car just as Harper got out of the way. Leaning in close, I could smell cigarette smoke on his hoodie. I spoke right into his ear, my tone much calmer than the beast inside of me felt. I gritted my teeth as I gave my warning. “I would advise that you leave Miss Browning alone.”
He laughed, trying to struggle against me. I could feel his muscles pop with the effort, but I didn’t let up on the arm I had pinned behind his back. He was immobile. “Who the hell are you? Her bodyguard?”
I smiled, twisting his arm a little bit further back until he panted. “You bother her again, follow her, or even breathe in her direction, you’ll regret it. Got it?”
He let out a short, clipped sound as I dug my fingers into his wrist before spinning him around, releasing him. I placed myself in front of Harper, crossing my arms, willing my hands to remain under control. Beating this guy in front of Harper wouldn’t do any good, and I didn’t want to bring her into any more trouble.
The man didn’t look in Harper’s direction at all. He met my eyes briefly. “This isn’t over,” he snapped, spinning on his heel and walking back to his mustang.
Harper and I watched as he drove off.
I felt the vein throbbing in my neck and the adrenaline still pulsing through my veins as I attempted to calm myself. I exhaled, releasing the tension as I smiled at Harper. “Hello,” I managed, still struggling with my emotions.
“Hello, “ she smiled. “I guess you just met Jake.”
Asshole. I remembered her little joke from earlier. I tried to smile, finding it difficult. I had thought the thrill of the chase was exciting with Harper, but it was nothing compared to the hunt I wanted to have with Jake. “You were right.”
“What?”
“You were right,” I smiled, letting out a small laugh. “He is an asshole.”
“Tell me about it,” Harper rolled her eyes, stepping a little closer. “Are you okay? Your face is all red.”
“I’m fine,” I shook my head side to side as I wondered what Jake had hoped to accomplish by his confrontation.
“Well—thank you,” she said. I could see her shift her weight from side to side. “How did you know I was here?”
“I saw that man— Jake ,” I spat the word, “sitting in front of the mansion when you left. I don’t have your phone number, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Despite everything, she smiled. I felt my body relax at the sight of it. Suddenly she was next to me, bringing her lips to my cheek. “Thank you,” she breathed,
Mason
I didn’t have time to evaluate my car options as I jumped into the car in pursuit of Harper. The new 6-series BMW was closest and that would have to do. The wheels squealed as I darted out of the garage, down the short driveway and pulled into traffic, desperately trying to keep an eye on the Mustang following Harper’s Camry. I weaved in and out of traffic, trying to stay close, but not too close as I wondered exactly what her pursuer was after.
My heart pounded as we stop briefly at the stoplight and then continued into Harper’s apartment complex. I watched as she quickly slid her car into the first space and attempted to jump out of the car. Everything was moving in slow motion as I jerked the car into an adjacent space and made my way over to the ensuing action.
By the time I had made it over to where the stranger had Harper pinned between her car and his body, the rage had boiled over, seeping through my very being as my fingers wrapped roughly around his arm, tossing him aside easily.
I looked at Harper, analyzing her appearance. Her face, flushed, her hair, a little tangled and falling around her face. She looked scared, frustrated and angry all wrapped into one. My attention immediately turned to the dark hoodie clad attacker. I heard him huffing and puffing as he came at me, fist raised. I side-stepped, grabbing his arm again, twisting it around his back, and slamming him up against the beat-up car just as Harper got out of the way. Leaning in close, I could smell cigarette smoke on his hoodie. I spoke right into his ear, my tone much calmer than the beast inside of me felt. I gritted my teeth as I gave my warning. “I would advise that you leave Miss Browning alone.”
He laughed, trying to struggle against me. I could feel his muscles pop with the effort, but I didn’t let up on the arm I had pinned behind his back. He was immobile. “Who the hell are you? Her bodyguard?”
I smiled, twisting his arm a little bit further back until he panted. “You bother her again, follow her, or even breathe in her direction, you’ll regret it. Got it?”
He let out a short, clipped sound as I dug my fingers into his wrist before spinning him around, releasing him. I placed myself in front of Harper, crossing my arms, willing my hands to remain under control. Beating this guy in front of Harper wouldn’t do any good, and I didn’t want to bring her into any more trouble.
The man didn’t look in Harper’s direction at all. He met my eyes briefly. “This isn’t over,” he snapped, spinning on his heel and walking back to his mustang.
Harper and I watched as he drove off.
I felt the vein throbbing in my neck and the adrenaline still pulsing through my veins as I attempted to calm myself. I exhaled, releasing the tension as I smiled at Harper. “Hello,” I managed, still struggling with my emotions.
“Hello, “ she smiled. “I guess you just met Jake.”
Asshole. I remembered her little joke from earlier. I tried to smile, finding it difficult. I had thought the thrill of the chase was exciting with Harper, but it was nothing compared to the hunt I wanted to have with Jake. “You were right.”
“What?”
“You were right,” I smiled, letting out a small laugh. “He is an asshole.”
“Tell me about it,” Harper rolled her eyes, stepping a little closer. “Are you okay? Your face is all red.”
“I’m fine,” I shook my head side to side as I wondered what Jake had hoped to accomplish by his confrontation.
“Well—thank you,” she said. I could see her shift her weight from side to side. “How did you know I was here?”
“I saw that man— Jake ,” I spat the word, “sitting in front of the mansion when you left. I don’t have your phone number, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Despite everything, she smiled. I felt my body relax at the sight of it. Suddenly she was next to me, bringing her lips to my cheek. “Thank you,” she breathed,
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