It wasn’t until Ezra had lifted Melanie from the slope and stood her in front of the crowd that he finally realized he should have set her down. But as his gaze swept the area, he noticed Shermaine was nowhere to be found.
“Shermaine?” Ezra asked, his voice tinged with panic,
Someone quickly replied, “She left already.”
Ezra exhaled a sigh of relief, but it didn’t take away the gnawing uncase. He knew she’d be upset. But that was fine. He’d just have
to calm her down when he saw her again.
His sharp gaze swept over everyone present, his voice cold as ice. “You all know what to say when it comes to explaining this to
Shermaine.”
Immediately, someone spoke, “Mr. Yarbrough, don’t worry. We’ll tell her that Melanie’s injuries were serious, and everyone went with her to the hospital. You just happened to follow us to help make sure she’s fine for Ms. Stout’s sake.”
Ezra nodded in satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Melanie in his arms was practically glowing with triumph. She lazily draped herself over his neck, her voice sweet and coaxing. “Ezra, I’m in so much pain. Could you check if I have any injuries?”
Her tone was suggestive, leaving little to the imagination.
Ezra’s face darkened, his annoyance rising. “Cut it out. Get off me.”
