Had BJ known Reggie had figured out she was in the tub, she wouldn't have cared. It was possible that she wouldn't have cared even on her best of days, but today? Way past stupid little things like shame and humility. "207, Camelot Place," she repeated. "I will be there in ten minutes!" she said excitedly, quickly hanging up her phone and tossing it onto her bed before pulling on a tank-top. She stepped into a pair of heels, grabbed her bag, and hauled ass through the house and out the door. Had she paused to think about it a little while, she almost certainly would have asked Ryan to go with her. Not because she was particularly worried about being alone with a strange man in his apartment, but because potential fires were everywhere out there. She'd been burned in her own house, and that was more or less a safe zone. Dex had lovingly and painstakingly fireproofed every bit that could be fireproofed. The places she had lived in had always been that way because Ryan was, well, Ryan.
Sadly, BJ did not pause to think about these kinds of things. She didn't think about it until after she heard a bang and flames started shooting out from under the hood of her car. Things got a little fuzzy in the blind panic of that moment, as BJ screamed her head off and Endellion howled in terror. BJ had just enough time to throw the door open before something blew up. And that was when she wished she had brought Ryan. Failing that, she really wished she hadn't forgotten her phone in her excitement.
She knew she should have been freaked out about the car and her near-death experience, but her brain refused to spend much time on anything that wasn't getting to Reggie. Endellion seemed to be in agreement about this. "Can you run in those heels?"
BJ snorted. "Honey, please. I'm from Detroit." And she and her familiar ran the rest of the way to Camelot Place, not stopping to breathe until she was banging on Reggie's door half an hour later.