DamonDamon was coming. Valerie just didn’t know it yet.
He didn’t see the point of telling her his intentions, since that seemed like it should be pretty obvious. Besides, why call if she wasn’t expecting help? She was probably in her car waiting for him to get there right now.
Or she was dead.
Fuck’s sake.
There was no reason why this should be bothering him so much. She was just some bar chick. Not only did he barely know her, she was a complete b***h to him. Well, that wasn’t the word he’d use to describe her. He might with other people, but there was something about the way that Valerie wasn’t afraid of him that sent almost nervous energy coursing through his veins.
And now he was worried about her.
There was no way she could ever know this. He’d thought she was taking him up on
