“Get dressed.”
“Why?” she asked, pulling in fresh air until her chest pressed against me.
“We have work today.”
“It’s the weekend.”
“And Dimitri is moving cars today. We have to be there in case they get taken. We are getting closer to who is behind them being stolen.”
“I did my part by setting up the trackers before.”
“They caught on and are trying to throw us off.”
She rolled her eyes, wiggling her body against me in the most cruel way she could find.
“Are we really supposed to go about our day like normal all while hiding this?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, letting her feet drop to the floor. “Get ready. And we will be on the bike for hours so dress comfortably.”
She grinned, adjusting her shirt. “So my tank top that says Psycho? You got it.”
My stomach dropped for a second before she rolled her eyes.
“I’m kidding.”
I didn’t say anything, knowing damn well if she put that on again, I would have zero restraint. I was already holding on by a thread to not throw her on the bed and stay there all day.
Rook yelled from downstairs, needing us all to get to the garage and get ready.
I leaned down, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her into me again, kissing her hard.
“Time to go. If you even think about wearing that top, I will change your clothes myself,” I hissed.
“That doesn’t sound too—”
My hand flew up, covering her mouth as her eyes went wide.
“I will put you in the ugliest, itchiest, most annoying clothes I can find and I know for a fact there is a box of ancient clothes in the attic that will fit you.”
“You wouldn’t. Those would be disgusting.”
“I would, and then I would make you ride with Mason.”
“You would be too jealous.”
I grinned, already knowing she was right. “Absolutely, and I would love every second of torture. I’ve dealt with it for years, it’s like flirting now.”
“Fine. I’m getting dressed, and I amnotriding with anyone else.”
“What?” I asked with a grin before opening the door and checking the hallway. “Not wanting to torture me today?”
“Oh, I do, but I have better things planned for you.”
No one was there, so she stepped out, heading across the hall to her room. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she went.
Part of me wanted to scream that she was mine. The satisfaction of pulling her off anyone else’s bike, to make her off-limits to anyone else and have her all to myself.
Evie was my forever—I had always known that—but I never thought she could really bemineforever.
