FIFTY ONE – CARING FOR HIS WOMAN

MASON

My driver speeds down the savannah like there's fire on his trail. In a few moments, the gates of the mansion come into view.

Mira hasn't said anything else, but her shivers have gotten violent. The rain pours with a vengeance now. Everything is drab and gray, just like my mood.

I look down to find her delicate face squeezed in a grimace, her teeth chattering, and my heart suffers a blow.

I have definitely gone too far this time. Fuck!

The gates open on their own, and the car finally skids to a stop. Agent Morris steps down quickly, running over to hold an umbrella over our heads. We are led into the mansion and I make quick work for the rooms.

"Call the doctor." I order sharply. "He should be here in the next five minutes, or he'll lose his god-damned job."

" On it, sir" Agent Morris says, already whipping out his phone.

Mira holds on to me monkey style, both her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, seeking my warmth. Without thinking, I lean down and kiss the top of her head.