A/N: Sorry this is a short chapter but I haven't even started my French homework yet. Please review!
As we pulled into the lot I saw a black bronco parked near the dumpster on the right side of the building. I glanced towards Mac but he seemed to have already have spotted it.
"Stephanie," uh-oh full name. "When I help you out of the car I want you to stay on my left side. We are going to quickly walk into the building and take the stairs. I want to go into your apartment first to make sure no has broken in. Understand?"
I suppressed an eye roll… barely. I know who owns the bronco, Ranger. But what was he doing here?
"Mac don't panic. I know-" Mac interrupted me.
"Steph, just listen to me for once. Please." I shrugged my shoulders. If he wanted to make an ass of himself, who was I to judge?
"Fine, but your making a mistake. I know-"
"Then its my mistake to make." He cut me off again. I started to get angry. I hope he gets stunned.
Once we stopped Mac slid out of the car scanning the lot before offering his hand. I ignored his hand and stood up on his right side. I saw him ground his teeth together and move to my right. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I pulled away.
Who the hell does he think he is? I believe I'm old enough to take care of myself. He may be like a brother to me but I will never let him push me around.
"Stephanie just let me look after you." Mac ground out. I walked a little faster and ended up in the elevator. Just as the doors were closing Mac started to jog towards me.
"Stephanie hold the doors." I just smiled and waved as the doors closed. He looked pissed. Wonder if I can make it to my apartment and lock the door in time…