Wedding My Ex’s Uncle

Chapter 41

Chapter 41 Rescue

Just then, her phone rang.

She stared at the caller ID, the red-eyed bunny avatar. A little jolt went through her.

Why is he calling?

“Hello, Mr. Graves…”

“Yeah. I’m at your gate. Which room is yours?”

Kaia faltered.

“Mr. Graves, you know already?”.

“Mm-hmm.” Lucien confirmed, ever succinct. “Alyssa filled me in. So, where’s your room?”

Kaia snapped out of her surprise. “Oh! Oh, right. Mr. Graves, you can get in through the back. My room faces the back gate, but-uh-there are usually two guards down there.”

She paused, then suddenly leaned toward the glass. “Oh! Wait –one of them just left! I think he went to the bathroom or something-”

Lucien chuckled, a low sound, “Easy. Hold tight. I’m coming to

rescue you.”

He put this odd little emphasis on “rescue,” like it was some kind of joke-or maybe a dare.

Rescue me? Please don’t tell me he expects a thank-you kiss or something insane like that.

Kaia tried to quash the absurd idea. She pressed herself against the curtains, eyes glued to the remaining guard below.

As if on cue, the guard, who’d been periodically glancing up at her window, suddenly broke into a run toward the main gate.

Kaia seized her chance, throwing open the window. And there he was, bathed in moonlight.

Lucien tilted his head back with a faint smile. He calmly opened his arms. “Dare to jump?”

hitched. That had to be at

you even

slightly. “Yeah.

stomach, but she gritted

body heat, and the lingering scent of sandalwood filled

breathless, a wave of giddy relief washing over her.

cast soft shadows under the moonlight, and for the briefest moment, she caught the whisper of

“Yeah. I got you.”

enveloped by a

on her back, his palm radiating heat even through the thin fabric of her

heart skipped a beat. “Mr.

here?”

way a few

eye sparkled-mischievous, wild,

Lucien’s gaze darkened.

apple bobbed slightly, and

his eyes. Something

could answer, voices drifted

the hell

gate. Had to check it out. Probably

Let’s just head back. Don’t get us any

instinctively grabbed Lucien’s hand and bolted for the

“Mr. Graves, run!”

swayed gracefully with

followed her unhurriedly toward the

gate was deadbolted from the

troubled, staring at the surrounding wall. “Damn it. Mr. Graves, maybe you

calmly bent down, patting

her

he was still her

spurred her into action. All thoughts of propriety vanished. She scrambled onto his

hand on the wall’s edge and vaulted over with ease in a mere

once

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