“Oh, and you’ve somehow become an expert on her in a week?”

Daniel held up a hand. He wasn’t going anywhere near that question. “Look. If she’ll have me, our relationship will be ours. No interference from you. I won’t let you use me to control her. Or vice versa.” His hand came to rest on his chest. “You chose me for Story, and don’t get me wrong, I owe you a huge debt for bringing us together. But now you have to back off. Or we could both lose her.”

The older man scowled. “Is it too late to change my mind about you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then,” Jack snorted. “What the hell are you doing here still talking to me? Go get her.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Story stepped off the elevator into the hospital lobby, Fisher following close on her heels. As she speed-walked toward the street exit, she couldn’t stop seeing Daniel at the end of the hall as she’d left, staring after her. He’d looked so devastated she wanted to sob under the weight of the memory. Could she possibly be feeling this way if their relationship was a product of Jack’s meddling? It couldn’t be true when even now she wanted to run back to him, throw herself into his arms, and never let go.

Fisher entered her line of vision, bringing her to a halt in the middle of the crowded lobby. “I came all this way, let’s at least discuss this.”

Through the grief and confusion brought on by the last ten minutes, she found the strength to respond to her ex-fiancé. “There is nothing to discuss. You lied to me about so many things, I wouldn’t believe a word that came out of your mouth anyway. Jack might have been acting like an entitled jackass when he paid you that money, but you’re the one who accepted it.”

“But I’m giving it back! No more lies, Story. I swear it. When I heard you’d come to New York, I realized what a mistake I’d made. I hated the thought of you so far away.”

All his impassioned speech served to do was annoy her. “Let’s be honest for once, Fisher. We barely saw each other during the last year. We were just going through the motions. I changed during that time, but I didn’t realize it until this week when I got a little distance. I don’t think you know me anymore. I sure as hell didn’t know you were the kind of person who could accept a bribe to break up with me.” She sighed, suddenly weary. “I really hate saying this, but Jack probably did us a favor. It doesn’t excuse what he did, but we shouldn’t be married.”

“You’re wrong. I’ve changed, too. Let me prove it.”

“No, I’m right about this one. Good-bye, Fisher.”

“This isn’t over.” He vowed, backing toward the exit. “I’m not giving up.”

Story didn’t respond. Not wanting to encounter Fisher once again outside, she waited until he’d been gone five minutes before turning once more to leave. But as she drew closer to the revolving exit door, she noticed her neighbor, Frank, out of the corner of her eye. He stood at the customer service desk to her left, growing increasingly agitated. Although the woman speaking with him remained calm and respectful, he shook a fistful of papers in her face, demanding that she look at them once more. A nearby security guard made his way toward them.

“Sir, I’ve already looked at them and there’s nothing I can do. You need to speak to your insurance company about the matter. But we do have other options for your mother—”

“I’m not interested. She needs to be here. I want to see a manager!”

“I am the manager, sir.”

Frank walked in a circle, shaking his head and muttering to himself. Then he turned and pounded his fist on the desk. The woman jumped, one hand flying to her throat. The guard reached Frank then, closing his hand around his elbow. He immediately started to struggle against the guard’s grip.

Stay out of it, Story. It’s none of your business.

But something wouldn’t let her walk away. Obviously, her neighbor had more than a few problems, but at the end of the day, wasn’t he simply a man trying to care for his mother? A mother who would be home alone, possibly in need of medical attention. If he got locked up or detained for causing a scene at the hospital, no one would be there to assisst her.

If she could help his cause in any way, she needed to step in. Story made her way toward the desk and leaned forward to get the administrator’s attention. “Excuse me—”

Everything moved so quickly, she hardly had time to comprehend it. With a burst of surprising strength, Frank yanked his arm free of the security guard, knocking him momentarily off-balance. His hand shot out and seized the gun holstered to the guard’s hip. For a split second, the four of them froze. Story’s eyes shot to Frank’s face, but his attention was centered on the gun as if he couldn’t believe he actually held it in his hand. The guard lunged, but Frank swung it around and pointed it straight at the man, who immediately ceased all movement.

Another guard hastened toward them from her right and Frank noticed, too. She watched through wide eyes as his predicament registered on his face. The second guard would draw his gun any second and fire on him, but he couldn’t remove his aim from the first guard or he would be tackled.

Frank had no options. Or so Story thought.

Suddenly, he turned, grabbed her arm, and thrust her in front of him. With cold metal pressed against her neck, she watched both guards automatically hold their hands up over their heads. Her legs threatened to give out beneath her as fear, cold and sharp, lanced through her.

Behind her, Frank shook, his breath rapid and hot against the top of her head. “Oh God, oh shit. I’m sorry. No, no, no,” he whispered. Then he started dragging her backward toward the bank of offices located behind the administration desk. Despite her overwhelming anxiety, she knew better than to struggle. Obviously, Frank didn’t make a habit of handling firearms and it would be unwise to startle him. As they backed into an empty office, she cast one desperate glance at the lobby. For once, the hundreds of medical personnel and visitors weren’t rushing to get where they were going, instead watching the unusual scene unfolding before them.

Just as the door closed and cut off her line of vision, she saw Daniel a few yards away, watching with a look of horror on his face, gun drawn at his side.

…

Daniel didn’t have any awareness of the rush of activity taking place around him. An unknown length of time passed as he continued staring at the closed office door, trying to see through it. His nightmare was coming true in front of his face, only this time he wouldn’t wake up from it, shivering in his apartment. However, just like the event that had caused his nightmares, the outcome of this hellish situation rested entirely on his shoulders. And this time the stakes were much higher.

He’d entered the lobby just in ti

me to see Story stop and turn toward a man arguing at the customer service desk, recognition sweeping across her features. Something in the man’s voice had immediately caught his attention, sending a warning signal to his brain. In addition to his extensive training in dealing with the emotionally unstable, his experience with Nora had given him the innate ability to detect notes of hysteria in people’s voices.

A tingling had begun at the back of his neck, quickly spreading through his entire system, his heart beating loud and insistent in his ears. It had suddenly become vital that he keep Story away from that man. Something was definitely wrong. Automatically, his hand had slipped inside his jacket and closed around the butt of his gun, but dammit, there’d been too many people in the way. He could barely draw breath with her name stuck in his throat.

That’s when everything went to hell.

Story, his Story, trapped in an office with a mentally ill man wielding a gun. He couldn’t fathom how they’d gotten there, only that he hadn’t been quick enough. Hadn’t gotten to her in time. Just minutes ago, he’d been worried about her leaving the state. Now he faced the possibility of her…no, he couldn’t think about that. Refused to.

The present snapped back into focus with the sound of sirens in the distance. If he didn’t pull himself together and focus, he could lose her. Daniel forced himself to build a wall around his emotions. Story’s life was in the balance. He had to find a way to get her out safely.

Everything he’d worked and trained for had prepared him for this moment. His hand fumbled in his pocket where his phone buzzed incessantly.

“Chase,” he answered, knowing dispatch would be on the other end. “I’m already here.”

A minute later, NYPD officers and Emergency Services members swarmed the hospital lobby. He made eye contact with Matt, who entered holding a sniper rifle, although in this case it wouldn’t do them any good considering Story and the hostage-taker were holed up inside a windowless office. “What do we got?” Matt asked, tossing him a bulletproof vest. Several other ESU members formed a circle around Daniel as their eyes swept the lobby.