Page 47 of Knot What I Expected

Hers.

And beneath all of it?

Exhaustion.

My amusement disappears.

“I know you worked a shift today,” I repeat, quieter this time. “So I’ll ask again.”

Her chin comes up.

“Why are you here?”

She stares at me for a long second. Then those pretty eyes harden.

“It’s none of your business, Havoc. But since I know you won’t go away until I tell you, here goes. I’m working because I need the money.”

Simple.

Direct.

None of my fucking business.

And somehow the answer makes every possessive instinct inside me go completely fucking feral.

Because suddenly Monster isn’t thinking about chasing other males away from her.

He’s thinking about feeding her. Sheltering her. Taking care of her. Taking care of her kid.

Our kid.

My stomach drops.

Oh, fuck.

That might be worse.

Her expression changes.

The surprise disappears.

In its place?

Annoyance.

Those dark eyes narrow, and her full lips press into a stubborn little line that does absolutely nothing to discourage me.

If anything, it makes the attraction worse.

“What do you need the money for, Gabby?”

“Fuck you.”

The words come out sharp and immediate.

And damn.

She looks hot when she’s pissed.