He let go slowly, like peeling himself away took effort.
“Grab a sweatshirt and put your shoes on,” he said as he stepped back.“You stay with me.”
“Doing what?”
“Whatever I’m doing.”
I raised an eyebrow.“So, shadowing a biker like some kind of what?Intern?”
His mouth twitched.Almost a smile.Almost.“That would be a prospect, babe, and we’ve already got Wannabe and Lost doing that.You’re just with me doing whatever I’m doing.”
“That sounds controlling.”
“Good.”
I stared at him.“I didn’t say it was a compliment.”
“Didn’t sound like one,” he said.Then his voice dropped another notch.“Didn’t need it to be.”
My pulse skittered.
He reached behind me, grabbed the bowl I’d abandoned, and dropped it in the sink like it personally offended him.
“Grab your shit, and let’s go,” he said with a nod toward the hallway.“I’m not leaving you alone in this building.Not even for a minute.”
“You really think he’s coming back?”I asked quietly.
Prime looked at me.Not as the biker who dragged me out of a grocery store, not as the guy glaring at everyone around him, but as someone who’d made a decision he wasn’t backing out of.
“Yeah,” he said.“I do.”
My chest tightened.“And if he does?”
Prime’s expression didn’t change.
Not his eyes.
Not his jaw.
Not the way he stood.
But something inside him shifted.Hardened.
“If he does,” he said, voice so calm it was terrifying, “he won’t get within ten feet of you.”
I swallowed.“That sounds like a threat.”
“It is,” Prime said.
He stepped past me and headed down the hallway to my room.
“You coming?”
I hesitated.
Just for a breath.
Then I followed him into the hallway.
