Free McKenzie, Cooper - His Beck and Call Girl [Club Esoteria 6] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Cooper McKenzie

straighten and turn off the light. Walking toward the front door, he turned off the living room lamp and made sure the door was locked before he left.
    Climbing in his truck, he started the engine, then sat and just stared at the little house. For a moment he wished he had the guts to go back inside and join Sinclair in her bed, but he needed time and space to do some serious thinking.

    * * * *

    When Sinclair had not heard from Jackson in a week, she made the hardest decision of her adult life—to give up the man she’d fallen in love with.
    Driving home from work that afternoon, she hoped to hold in the tears until she got home. Miserable to her core, she wasn’t paying her normal careful attention to her own driving, or anything outside her car. All she wanted to do was curl up on the couch, eat the pizza she’d just bought, and snuggle with Max until she felt better. Since it was Friday, she had all weekend to wallow in her sadness without having to face anyone except Megan until Monday morning.
    When the light turned green, she hit the gas without pausing to look around first as she usually did. She didn’t see the oversized pickup truck run the red light until it was too late and the truck hit her. She screamed as the air bag deployed and smacked her in the face. The windshield shattered as the car folded in around her, and then flipped onto its side.
    Then everything went silent. Reaching down with her right hand, she unfastened her seat belt then fought with the air bag so she could breathe. She was amazed at how calm she was, but also knew there was no way she was getting free of her metal prison without help.
    Sliding her left hand down, she tried to pull her cell phone out of her skirt pocket. But her fingers wouldn’t obey her command. That was when the pain reached her brain and she screamed again.
    “Oh my God, lady, are you all right?”
    She didn’t know who asked such a stupid question, but was too busy trying to pant and breathe through the pain to answer them with a snarky, “Duh, do you think I’m okay?”
    She heard cars driving past slowly and heard people talking, but didn’t really care what they were saying until a young man leaned in. “We’ve called 911 and they’re sending help. Don’t move, lady.”
    “I don’t think I can. I’m in here pretty tight. And I think I broke my hand or my arm or something.”
    “Don’t worry, they’ll get you out. Just don’t go anywhere, okay?” the man said.
    “Yeah, sure, no problem,” she snarked just as she heard sirens beginning off in the distance.
    As they grew louder she separated and identified them. That was yet another thing Jackson had taught her, how to tell if it was an ambulance, police, or one of the big red trucks that was screaming down the road.
    In this case she heard all three kinds and multiples of each. Would Jackson be one of her rescuers? Thinking back, she couldn’t remember if he worked the day before or that day, but it didn’t matter. She’d gotten the message. He didn’t want to build a lasting relationship with her. He just wanted her as his beck and call girl.
    Without warning, tears filled her eyes and began to slide across her cheek to drip onto the broken glass she lay upon as the sad reality of her life swamped her.
    She’d never see Jackson again.
    Her car was probably crushed beyond recognition.
    She was hungry and her pizza was smashed and getting cold.
    As she was about to lose control and start sobbing, another face peered through the shattered front windshield.
    “Hey there,” the man in tan turnouts and yellow helmet said by way of greeting. He looked big and strong and competent with kind eyes, but at that moment, the last person she wanted to see was a fireman. “What’s your name, honey?”
    “Sinclair Malone, what’s yours?”
    “Andy Zimmerman.”
    “Hello, Andy Zimmerman,” she said. She fought to keep from screaming to get her the hell out of here.
    “Do you know if Jackson