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“Because I don’t want anything to happen to you.” There was a touch of exasperation in Remy’s voice this time.
Loki blinked. “But you’re here for Isa.”
“I am. I care about her. I’m attracted to her. But I couldn’t be in this if I didn’t care about you too.”
Loki just stared at him. Okay, he thought the other guy might tolerate him. That they were becoming friends.
But . . . really?
“You don’t know me well enough to feel that way.”
“Perhaps not, but she does. And she loves and adores you. I trust her instincts. So I’m going to tell you this and it might fuck you off and you might want to punch me. But you will not put yourself in harm’s way. Get me?”
Loki narrowed his gaze. “I didn’t agree to you Topping me.”
Remy tilted his face to one side. “I’m trying to get it through your head that you have two people who don’t want anything to happen to you. Fuck, I think you have a whole town. So I’m asking you to start thinking first and acting second.”
Did he know how to do that?
Sometimes he felt so out of control that it was almost frightening.
But he had to try. For Isa. And maybe for this big, bossy bastard.
He let out a deep breath and shrugged away the tension in his shoulders. Remy sighed, looking relieved.
“I still want to know who that fucker was shooting a gun on my land.”
Remy frowned. “You and me both.”
Loki headed back to where they’d left Isa, rushing when he saw her pacing back and forth, her cheeks awash with tears.
Fuck.
He’d been a selfish dick. What sort of man was he . . . what sort of Daddy was he if he kept doing things like this?
Kept hurting her?
Maybe . . . maybe he did need Remy’s help.
45
Isa felt nervous as they got closer to Aunt Marie’s. She was sitting in the backseat of Remy’s truck.
Now that they were going to Aunt Marie’s to get things for her Little, she might just slip entirely into being Isa-Bee.
Hugging Razzie tight, she slid her thumb into her mouth. Remy was talking to Loki about his job as a tracker.
Loki worked sporadically. When someone went missing or on the run, he was often called in to find them. He hadn’t been out in a while.
“And that pays well?” Remy asked.
“Yeah, when I’m working it does. Lots of down time. But, thankfully, I don’t need the money.”
“You don’t?”
“Nah, my grandfather left me a large inheritance.”
“Ahh, that explains how you were able to help so many people,” Remy said.
