Free [B.S. #2] Bound to Cyn by Dale Cadeau

voice from the parking lot came to mind, she had the feeling that she had heard that voice before. She just needed time to relive the moment in the parking lot and maybe she would remember. It might mean nothing but until she had time to go over it, she couldn’t disregard her feelings. Angel’s closeness to her made her want to forget the man back at the club, and she just wanted to snuggle up with him and absorb the warmth radiating off his large body.
    Had she not learnt her lesson, she told herself. Men could not be trusted. Getting angry at herself, she pushed off the couch and away from Angel, making her way down the hall to her small bedroom. There were larger bedrooms in her house, but her time spent at the compound had gotten her used to sleeping in a small contained room. It somehow made her feel safe. Large spaces bothered her now. Tossing her clothes on the floor, she made her way to her bed and climbed in and pulled the covers over her head. She just needed to think without the distraction of Angel. Maybe he would take her rudeness as not interested and leave. After all she hadn’t even said goodnight to him. But she really didn’t think so. She could tell that it would take a lot more than rudeness from her to get rid of a man like Angel. Part of her hoped he would just leave and the other part hoped that he wouldn’t. She didn’t want to acknowledge to herself that she wanted him in bed beside her.

Chapter Nine
     
    Angel pulled his cell phone out of his pants as he watched Cinnamon walk down the hall and into her bedroom. She looked a little better, but not enough for Angel to leave her alone, no matter how rude she was being. He couldn’t be sure if the man from the club parking lot had followed them home. He didn’t think so, but between worrying about Cinnamon and trying to drive her tin can of a car, his attention had been distracted and he hadn’t put much effort into watching the cars behind him. He knew he could protect her and keep her safe, if the need arose.
    Clay answered on the first ring. “Clay here. Angel, is everything all right? Is Cinnamon OK?”
    “Cinnamon is OK. We’re at her house now and she just left to go to bed. Did you find out anything from the camera feed tonight?”
    “Well, he did come closer to the club than he usually does, so we have a partial facial picture, but really not much else. Grant is going to try and put it through the Feds’ data base and see if anything pops up. I don’t hold up too much hope, as the picture is dark, and like I said, only part of his face is showing.” Angel could hear the frustration in Clay’s voice.
    “Well, that’s more than we had before. Hopefully Grant can clean it up and maybe we’ll get lucky. Can you ask Brad to go to my house and bring my truck over and a change of clothes? These leathers are sticking to me like glue. I don’t want to leave Cinnamon alone for the time it would take me to run to my house. Her house is not that far from mine but I don’t want to take the chance that maybe the guy knows where she lives.”
    Angel could hear the guys talking in the background. He knew they would still be in Lance’s office going over every inch of the camera feed. “It can wait until you are done looking over the pictures. I’m not going anywhere.”
    Suddenly he heard Chase’s voice over the phone, not Clay’s. “I’ll grab Brad and be right over. Lance and Clay are mulling over the pictures of the guy. See you in twenty.”
    The phone call was dropped and Angel stared at it. The last person he wanted to have to go over things tonight with was Chase. He hoped that James hurried back and took his brother under control. Dropping down to the couch, he grabbed up the remote on the coffee table as he righted it in-front of the couch and turned on the TV.
    There was nothing he could do until Chase got here with his truck and clothes. He resisted the urge to look in on Cinnamon. Not enough time had passed for her to