I scowled at him. “I said I wouldn’t leave, I won’t leave.”
“I hate to say this Sunshine, but I don’t trust you. You think al igators are cute and you got friends who’l drop everything to drive across country to bring you your stuff and that’s because you got a heart bigger than the state of Colorado and what happened today flipped you out. Not, I’m guessin’, what happened to you but what happened to Daisy while she was with you. I give you back your car and you’re gone.”
He was so right.
I hated that.
“It’s my car.”
“You’re my woman and I don’t want you off on your own with Flynn and God knows who lookin’ for you.” My body froze.
“Bil y?”
Hank stared at me and I knew he’d said more than he intended.
Then he muttered, “Fuck.”
I felt fear steal through me.
“Hank, talk to me,” I whispered.
His thigh moved over mine and he pinned me to the bed.
“Roxanne, you’re safe. No one’s gonna harm you,” he
“Roxanne, you’re safe. No one’s gonna harm you,” he said.
“Talk to me,” I said, louder and slightly more hysterical this time.
He sighed. “Got word before I came into the bedroom.
Jimmy got one of those boys to talk. Flynn got away from them.”
Good God.
My body jerked and Hank’s arm went around me, pul ing me into him.
“No one’s gonna harm you,” he repeated.
“Hank, he knows where you live. I have to get out of here.”
“Roxanne, listen to me.”
I started squirming, total y panicked, trying to escape.
“Roxanne, dammit,” he swore, but I didn’t quit struggling.
He dropped to his side and rol ed me into him, wrapping his arms around me, pinning mine to my body and he tossed a heavy thigh over mine. He was so strong, resistance was futile so I stil ed.
“He hurt me,” I told Hank’s neck.
“I know.”
“He’l do it again.”
“No he won’t.”
I lay there breathing heavily more from anxiety than my struggles.
“I’m scared,” I admitted and it took everything I had left to do it.
Hank’s arms and leg tightened. “I know.”
After a few minutes of internal struggle, I relaxed into him After a few minutes of internal struggle, I relaxed into him and he let go, reached out and turned off the light. Then he fel to his back, me partial y on top, partial y in his side, keeping one arm around me.
I tried to keep my mind quiet. Luckily I was exhausted so it worked. I’d think about it tomorrow. Or not at al . I was thinking not at al sounded good.
“I’m not your woman,” I said, drowsy.
“You are,” he returned.
Jeez.
There real y was no shaking this guy.
“I’l die. I’l go with Bil y. I’l do whatever so no one gets hurt,” I promised.
“It won’t come to that,” he gave me a promise in return
“I want my car,” I went on, stubborn.
“We’l talk about it tomorrow night.”
“I’m going to be at the Haunted House tomorrow night.” I heard his head move on the pil ow, probably he was shaking it because he thought I was a total idiot.
“You’re a nut.”
Okay, he was shaking it because he thought I was a nut.
“No I’m not,” I said.
He didn’t answer.
I lay there for a long while. I felt the tension leave his body, his hand now relaxed on my hip and I figured he was asleep.
“I didn’t start touching you to get something out of it, I did it because I wanted to,” I told his sleeping self.
“That’s good to know,” he replied, his voice low and sounding tired but definitely not asleep.
sounding tired but definitely not asleep.
I jerked up on my elbow. “I thought you were asleep!”
“Nope.”
Shit.
I settled back down.
“I real y do think you’re a jerk,” I said, though even I could tel I didn’t mean one word of it.
“For not being asleep?” Now he sounded both tired and amused.
“Wel … yeah.”
“I wasn’t asleep when you sang ‘Because the Night’
either.”
Holy cow.
I jerked up on my elbow again. “Please tel me you’re kidding.”
“Nope,” he said again.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I rol ed away, he rol ed with me, caught me around the waist and pul ed me back into his body.
“Now, I have to leave,” I said.
“Why?”
“It’s embarrassing. My singing sucks.”
“It sounded good to me.”
“That’s because you like me.”
He kissed my neck.
Then he settled behind me and said, “Yeah.” Chapter 15
My Day with the Boys
I heard Hank’s phone ringing, he muttered an oath and leaned over me to pick up his cel from the nightstand.
“Yeah?” he answered, his voice husky with sleep.
My eyes flickered open, it was stil real y dark.
My eyes shut again and I curled into Hank. Shamus pressed into my back.
“Where?” Hank asked.