Free My Guardian Vampire: BBW Paranormal Romance (The Guardians Book 1) by Roxy Wilson Page B

life whenever she was in a hospital, and that’s why she avoided them. Of course, the stranger didn’t know that. He was just being nice.
    “I’m fine.”
    “What’s your name?” he repeated.
    “Lacey Parker...”
    He raised two fingers. “How many fingers are these?”
    “Two.”
    “What’s today’s date?”
    She paused for a moment. “28 th June, 2015.”
    He stood. “I think you’re fine. I would advise that you take some painkillers before you sleep and avoid going out.”
    Was he leaving? She couldn’t believe that he was in such a hurry. Perhaps she’d interrupted his schedule. Maybe he’d been going to meet his girlfriend when he had to abandon his plans so he could rescue her. A guy like him was bound to have a girlfriend. He was hot. There weren’t any other words to describe him. His face was lean, his cheekbones high and sharp, and his intense, blue eyes held her captive. The caramel colored hair that was cut short suited him. His shoulders were wide and his waist narrow. The man was better-looking than some of the models she saw in magazines. He was older than her, perhaps he was in his late twenties or early thirties, but his eyes were wise beyond years.
    “I don’t plan to go anywhere else tonight.” She shuddered, “Especially after what happened.” He still didn’t make a move towards the door. For some strange reason, she had a feeling that he wanted her to ask him to stay. “Would you like some coffee?” 
    Maybe she’d misread the situation, but then he moved towards her kitchenette as if he knew the place intimately. “I’ll make some. You should get some rest.”
    Since her head was still throbbing, she didn’t protest. “The beans are on the top shelf and the cups are on the counter.”
    Rather than lie down, she rested against the headboard. Lacey enjoyed seeing her rescuer as he moved around in her kitchen. He was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and dark jeans. It didn’t look as if he’d been going out, but perhaps he didn’t feel the need to dress flamboyantly for his girlfriend. She pulled her gaze away when he picked up the mugs and brought them to her.
    Her studio apartment suddenly felt too cramped for two people. It was a good thing that she was a neat freak. At least everything was in the right place. “Thanks.”
    “I’ve put in more than your usual sugar. You need the caffeine and the sugar rush.”
    “How do you know my usual?”
    He glanced at her as if she was talking nonsense. “I just made an assumption that you don’t take a lot of sugar. Most girls usually don’t.”
    She nodded her head. “Yeah, I don’t.” She took a sip and shuddered. He’d made it too sweet, but perhaps she needed it right now to get over the shock that she received. The thought made her realize that she hadn’t thanked her savior as yet. “Umm…thank you for saving my life.”
    “It’s okay.”
    “It’s a good thing you were nearby.”
    He took a careful sip. “Yes, it was.”
    How had he known she was in the alley? It was dark and no one would’ve been able to see inside. She hadn’t screamed. Well, whatever happened, she was lucky that he came around when he did. “Did you really break his arm?”
    He shook his head. “No. He got scared and ran off.”
    She had the distinct impression that he was lying. Lacey had heard the snap of bones and her attacker’s blood-curling scream. Why wouldn’t her rescuer simply tell her the truth? Maybe it was because he didn’t want to get into trouble with the police? Of course, that must be the reason. Since she didn’t want to be the one who got him in a mess, she decided to keep her mouth shut. “He would’ve killed me.”
    His gaze locked on hers and a vague sense of unease flitted through her mind. His eyes drew her in, and she sucked in a deep breath of air. “He was trying to mug you.”
    She shook her head. “I’d already handed over my purse. He was going to kill me. Maybe he was a druggie, but