Page 40 of Striker’s Rebel

“You still ate.”

“You made sure of that.”

Something warm passes between them. He looks like a man who could terrify half the town without raising his voice, yet with her, everything about him settles.

I glance at Striker.

He catches me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

His eyes narrow, but McKenna smiles like she understands something I don’t.

I ask, “Where are you going?”

“Women’s shelter. I work there.”

My expression must change because hers does too.

Striker answers for me. “Her sister’s with a guy who’s hurting her.”

I look at him, then back at McKenna.

“She won’t admit it.”

McKenna nods once. “If she ever wants help, give her this.”

She pulls a card from her bag and hands it to me.

“She doesn’t think she needs any.”

“Then keep it until she does.”

I slip the card into my pocket.

“Thank you.”

Grim brushes his mouth over McKenna’s temple.

“Now you’re late.”

She gives him a look. “You are unbelievable.”

He looks completely unconcerned.

Striker’s hand slides from my back to my hip.

“Come on.”

I look up. “Where?”

“My place.”

“Why?”

His gaze moves over the room, then comes back to me.