Never mind the fact that I really wanted to check out what looked to be a nasty gunshot wound on his thigh, and this really wasn’t the place to be doing it.
Crowe’s lips pinched together like he was fighting back a laugh, or another barked order. Maybe both? I honestly couldn’t tell with him, and that was all part of his charm wasn’t it?
The creepy guy Crowe had dragged in let out a deep, beleaguered sigh. “Are you two for real?” he ground out, looking from me to Crowe and back again.
The question hung in the air. I opened my mouth, and Crowe opened his.
Then we both spoke at exactly the same time.
“Yes.” I said with a grin.
“No.” My uber handsome, gruff, Daddy grunted.
I pointed dramatically at Crowe. “See?”
Crowe pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked a little pained and exhausted. Okay, so maybe it was time for us to get this show on the road so we could make our pit stop. Or stops.
“Okay, so let’s get out of here,” I said with a bright smile,accidentallykicking the idiot lying on the floor in front of me as I made my way to Crowe. “And while we’re on the road to theclosestcleanbathroom, you can tell me why you would give up your big bad guy for me, butnotwant to be my Daddy?”
Crowe grabbed Mr Creep and pulled him back out the big garage doors and shoved him ahead of us. “Maybe you can start off by telling me how exactly you ended upnotneeding my rescue?”
I shrugged. Grinned. Winked. “I mean, I could. Or I could just keep you guessing. A guy has to leave some things as a mystery.”
My handsome Daddy growled in response.
Wasn’t he just perfect?
"Oh, while we do all our things, think we can give Buck a call and meet up with him? He's got Mr Ford, and my favorite towel. And he's probably worried considering I up and disappeared in the middle of a rest stop."
Daddy scowled at me before shaking his head and heading on his way.
It was too soon to declare my undying love, I knew that. But damn it was hard.
17
Chapter 16
What the fuck was I supposed to do now?
I had a fresh bandage wrapped around my thigh, a decent payday coming thanks to the asshole currently cooling his heels in a jail cell, and an even bigger bonus because Alfie had somehow managed to incapacitate two kidnappers with nothing but spite, determination, and what I strongly suspected had been an overwhelming need to find a bathroom.
I'd tried to give him a cut of the reward money.
He'd refused.
Apparently because, and I quote, "My Daddy handles the money in this relationship."
Which brought me to the bigger problem.
The relationship I was apparently in.
Because despite my repeated objections, my attempts to leave, my emotional constipation, and what could only be described as an impressive commitment to self-sabotage, one very stubborn hitchhiker seemed to have decided the matter was settled.
Said hitchhiker was currently backing my truck into a parking space outside a mid-range motel while I sat in the passenger seat questioning every life choice I'd ever made.
He'd confiscated my keys after the emergency room visit.
Confiscated.
