Chapter 188

The shelter manager nodded their way, casting Laila a regretful glance before disappearing inside, the snick of the lock loud in the otherwise empty alley.

Now they were alone. Trees saw the exact moment Laila realized that, too. Her breaths turned rough. Every line of her body went taut. She scanned the alley nervously. Resolution crossed her face.

Fuck, she was going to run again.

Laila slid the diaper bag she’d forgotten to give her sister off her shoulder and tossed it in his face.

Trees batted it away and cinched his hands around her waist. She was so damn small his fingertips nearly touched. Her ribs poked his palms. Unfortunately, he was also fucking aware of her pert tits spilling above the neckline of her soft khaki tank.

“Do not touch me,” she hissed.

“Don’t run.” Trees lifted her off her feet.

Laila snarled, resisting him with more pounding fists and flailing feet. He understood. Even if her sister had been the boss’s wife, life w