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âWorrying isnât going to help me do that,â Anna said pointedly.
Joshua blew out a breath of disgust and grinned at her a little sheepishly. âI knew Iâd stick my foot in it,â he muttered, then frowned. âI guess they did, too, and thatâs why âŠ. I just âŠ.â He scrubbed his hands over his face. âJesus! I wasnât thinking about anything but getting you out of there before the place blew. Iâm not used to women!â He sent her a horrified look and blushed fierily. âWhat I meant to say is, being around them âŠ. That didnât come out right.â
Anna touched his hand, curled her fingers around it and held it. âStop beating yourself up about that, ok? I thought weâd covered that? You werenât being careless. There wasnât time to ⊠worry about anything but getting as far away as possible and taking cover! I know that and I know you werenât being deliberately rough or inconsiderate. In all honesty, I think it was just a freak accident. Iâve fallen down plenty of times and never broke anything before.â
âYeah, well that mightâve been because you didnât have me on top of you,â he said dryly.
âAnd I wouldâve been hurt a lot worse if you hadnât been! I do remember that you were hurt because you were shielding me with your body!â
He looked like he wanted to argue it further, but she redirected him to the previous conversation. She wouldâve suspected heâd been deliberately trying to sidetrack her if he hadnât still looked so miserable about it.
âJust tell me whatâs going on. Iâm not nearly as fragile as you seem to think and Iâll worry a whole lot more not knowing why all of you are worried.â
He shrugged. âI guess weâd rather err on the side of caution than dismiss any possibilities after what happened. I donât think any of us really thought he would bother you againâbefore. Now âŠ.â He shrugged again. âWell, you are a witness and heâs a dangerous man. None of us wanted to take any more chances with you. So Simon ordered a âround the clock armed guard at your door.â
She studied his face. He had an honest face, not just a handsome one, and she thought she could trust her instincts. He was still holding something back. âWhat else?â
He cleared his throat. âWe want to hold you in protective custody when they let you out of here.â
Anna was more thrilled at that prospect than unnerved by what it suggested.
âYou do? Would I ⊠be staying at your place?â
He blushed. âThat was the plan. Itâs actually not protocol considering âŠ.â He stopped abruptly and sent her a look that was clearly horror at what heâd almost said. It intrigued her and amused her at the same time.
âWhat I mean is âŠ,â he began again after clearing his throat uncomfortably, âwe thought it would be the best place even though it isnât the most ideal given the circumstances.â
She desperately wanted to ask him what âthe circumstancesâ was, but he looked so adorably miserable that she took pity on his discomfort. She hadnât realized that he was as bashful as she was. He hadnât seemed that way before, just quiet and rather introverted. Maybe he was more like her than sheâd realized, though? The more he liked someone the more awkward he was?
She didnât have any trouble at all when she was focused on areas within her comfort zoneâscienceâespecially when she was around people she had no particular interest in. The very moment it mattered to her what they thought of her, though, she lost half her IQ and began to behave so awkwardly that she embarrassed herself.
She wasnât sure she should interpret his behavior that way, but it pleased her to think it might be a possibility.
âAnd this would be ... until he goes to trial?â she asked.
âUntil we have a better idea âŠ. Well, can come up with a more permanent ⊠uh ⊠arrangement.â
The more he stumbled around, the more she wanted to probe. She sensed there was something else he was worried about, though, and, since he looked so miserable and she also wanted to make him more comfortable, she steered away from her questions.
âSimon didnât manage to get the evidence heâd hoped for?â she asked tentatively after sheâd probed her memory for a few moments.
Joshuaâs expression hardened and he was instantly transformed into âlawmanâ.
âNothing thatâs going to put a noose around his neck. Heâs an oily snake. We got a hell of a lot of âsuggestiveâ, but nothing unbreakable. With a good lawyer, and he can afford the best, he stands a very good chance of wiggling out from under what we have on him. Itâs too vague and open to interpretation.
âRight now the only thing concrete weâve got to hold the bastard on, is attempted murder of a watchman.â
Annaâs heart skipped several beats. âWho?â she gasped fearfully.
Joshua sent her a panicked look. âDonât start crying! He shot Simon, but heâs fine now. Theyâre letting him go home today. I donât think they wouldâve kept him this long except he lost a good bit of blood.â
Anna calmed herself with an effort. âBut ⊠doesnât that mean heâll go to jail?â
âHeâs claiming he had no idea we were watchmen. He thought we were kidnappers and he was only trying to defend himself ⊠and a lot more bullshit like that!
Heâs a smooth bastard. Iâll give him that. Heâs already countered everything weâve thrown at him. His lawyers are demanding
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