“What do you mean?” His voice is low, so I know he’s trying not to let Sierra in on this either.
“We were at her house and, all of a sudden, the lights went out. I went to check, and someone cut the wires right through.”
“Does she know?” he asks, and I just close my eyes. “You didn’t tell her.”
“What am I supposed to tell her? Someone I hooked up with before you is batshit crazy and is now going to target you?”
“Um, yeah,” he says. “Okay, we’ll go over tomorrow and check out the wires. Maybe it was an animal that bit through them.”
“It didn’t look like an animal. They were cut too evenly, straight across.”
A car pulls abruptly out of a parking space across the street. It catches my attention as it speeds off, running through a stop sign. It’s too far and moving too fast for me to tell what kind of car it is before it turns the corner.
My heart hammers in my chest. “Someone was just watching the house.”
“Fuck,” Caleb exhales.
“I think it’s her, man.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I think I need to tell Burke. And I need to get cameras on my house and on hers. But I don’t want to scare her with this shit. She has enough on her plate.”
“I can help with the cameras,” he says.
“Thanks. I’m also going to have to ask her to move in with me. But I don’t know what she’s going to say.”
“Probably no. I don’t think she likes you.” There’s a pause. But then he can’t hold it without bursting out laughing.
I roll my eyes. “I have to go. We just got to my house, and she’s waiting for me. Don’t text me or call me back.” He’s still laughing as I hang up. “Time to wine and dine the mother of my child.”
I walk into the house with zero plans beyond keeping her here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
COLLINS
“This is ridiculous,” I mutter, walking out of his house and down the steps. “I could probably just walk there.” I look over at him, and he glares. “It’s two-thirty in the morning.”
“And it’ll be three by the time I get home, and I can go to bed for three more hours.”
“I have a serious question to ask you.” I stop halfway to his truck and cock my hip. “And you have to answer me honestly.”
“Always.” His hand comes up to tuck my hair behind my ear.
“Will I ever win an argument with you?”
He holds my face in his hands as his thumbs rub my cheeks. “I let you win last night, right before bed.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You said we always do what I want to do in bed, and I let you choose the next position.” He smiles big.
“You didn’t let me win. You said, ‘Either on your knees or you ride my dick,’” I say, mimicking his voice.
“And you chose riding me.” He shrugs. “It was a great decision by the way. Watching you on top of me, trying to focus on me while my thumb played with your?—”
I lift my hand to block his mouth. He pulls me closer to him, and as I move my hand, his mouth finds mine. His tongue slides into my mouth as I fall into him and the kiss.
