Jeff
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She rested her head against my chest, her arms wrapped around me, and the telling wetness of her tears soaking through my suit jacket. It was just us, in the abandoned office building, silence thudding around us like a heavy fog. Rain battered the windows, as it had been doing all day, silver rivulets snaking across the vast glass panels that looked out at more generic office blocks. A mass of glass and concrete.
I planted kisses on her head, fist throbbing from the contact with Gellar's jaw.
Everybody else had headed back to the hotel, or to Delia's house. Patrick and Gellar left first, flanked by Phillipe's men, to ensure they left, save they get more than just a punch from me. I'd never felt so protective nor responsible for anyone, like I did with Charlotte.
