He walked to the edge of the bed. “How are you doing?”
“I’d be better if I was in my own bed.”
The corner of his mouth curled. “Don’t like mine?”
It was big, comfortable, and surprisingly, clean. But none of that mattered.
“I’d like to go home.”
He drew in a breath. “You’re gonna stay tonight.”
It was not the answer she wanted to hear. “Why?”
“’Cause it’s late, and you’d have a twenty-minute drive on pitch black backroads that you don’t know. It’s dangerous.”
It was true. She’d gotten familiar with the rural roads, but she wasn’t used to them. She imagined a lot of wildlife came out at night, and the last thing she needed was to hit a deer. Maybe there was a compromise.
“Can you drive me home then?”
“No.”
Dammit.She had one more option, though she didn’t think he’d entertain it.
“Any chance I can get my own room?”
His laugh was muffled. “Zero chance.”
She scoffed, curling her arms around her stomach and averting her eyes across the room.
“So your idea of protecting me after a traumatic experience is to keep me locked in a room?”
“You could’ve left and hung out with the guys.”
She narrowed her gaze. “You know what I mean.”
He scanned his eyes over her body in his bed. She hadn’t gotten under the covers but had taken off her shoes.
“Where were you?”
He took off his cut and hung it up on the back of the chair. “Had to handle something.”
“Did thatsomethinginvolve me?”
“Club business.”
Meaning, not mine.Oh, the irony.
“Do I have to worry about the other bikers?”
“No.”
Perfect! If she wasn’t in danger, there was no reason to stay.I’ll take my chances with Killcreek’s wildlife.
She scooted to the edge of the bed, reaching for her shoes. “I’m going to head home.”
“You’re staying.”
Addison quickly tied her laces and stood. “You said I don’t have to worry. The threat is gone, right? So I’m safe to go home. And I’ll be extra careful on the roads.” She started across the room but only got a few feet.
