Addison didn't think twice. She didn't even bother trying to find her walking cane, which she was pretty certain was the item he'd gathered up and brought with him to the apartment when he'd unceremoniously herded her into the elevator. She scooped up her fallen purse and the moment she believed he was clear of the hallway she flew out of the building.
She didn't lock her door either. She had no doubt he had could find his way in and the panic in her heart and mind told her she needed to put as much distance as she could between herself and the brutal head of Tyson King's security. With her purse looped over her arm, she didn't bother counting steps to the stairwell she almost never took, instead feeling her way down the familiar hall and shoving doors until she found one that easily open
