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“I’m not going anywhere.”
She strikes the kind of pouty cross-armed pose small children and spoiled brats do. The thing is, I don’t tolerate that fucking behavior. I’m not Fallon, full of guilt and gratitude. Guilt it took him so damn long to find her, and gratitude she’s in one piece in the ways that count.
If she did experience hell, then she’s strong enough to have withstood it.
And again . . . not my fucking problem.
“The more you argue,” I say, heading to the door as it rings, “the worse your world becomes and the fewer freedoms you’ll have to enjoy.”
I pull open the door.
There on the step is a squeaking, suddenly red-faced pissant just out of his teen years kid. For some, the teen years are like diapers.
“What do you want?”
“I . . .” The kid straightens his shoulders and looks up at me. “I wanted to see how Karlee is.”
“And here I thought I told you to leave her the fuck alone.” I smile. “Go.”
“What the fuck!” Karlee launches herself at me, and I grab her about the waist, hauling her against me.
Save me from fucking young love and from a surprisingly soft, warm, and sweet-smelling girl who doesn’t smell like a girl at all. She smells like a complicated, layered woman, roses, cloves, and a hint of smoke. I want to bury my face in her throat and breathe her in. Shit.
The kid’s eyes are big, and he’s redder than before. “I think you should put her down.”
“And I think you should go away. Stop interrupting. She doesn’t date.” I pause and slap a hand over her mouth. “Not anymore.”
Karlee bites me, and I cut her a look.
“Sir—”
“Not for a while. I’m here to keep her safe.” I wrap a foot around her knees, pull her hard against me so she grabs at me as she pitches, release her waist, and put my foot on the ground, keeping her on her tiptoes with nothing holding her up but my hand over her mouth and where she’s clinging to my T-shirt, so she has to stay still, pressed against me or fall. It’s not a tactic I’m fond of, but she’s still making sounds.
In my back pocket, I pull out the small black leather card holder and toss it to him.
They’re all the same, a good cover for us when we don’t want to say what we do.
The kid opens it and pulls out a card, frowning.
“I’m going to release you, so fucking act like a good girl and no screaming or shenanigans.”
She bites me again, and this time, the sharp action of her teeth zaps to my cock, the last kind of kick I need in my life right fucking now. But I also feel the nod, so I release her.
“He’s security?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“But—”
“Needs to know, kid,” I say.
Mutinous violet eyes slide to me, and she says, “I’ll see you at school. Thanks for checking on me.”
“Needs to know. You, me, her. Got it?”
He gulps, puffs a little, and nods. “Okay.”
I take the card holder back and let him keep the card he took. “Go,” I say softly.
