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“Bunch of animals,” he growls, fighting back a smile, and I laugh again.

“Oh, they weren’t that bad.”

He drops his gaze down to me as we reach his truck, and he pushes me up against the door. “Careful, Baby. You’re going to make me jealous.”

Playfully, I bite down on my lip and glance back over to the clubhouse. “You know, one of them was pretty cute. He was playing pool in the back corner… what was his name?”

Possessiveness flashes in his eyes, and I yelp as he yanks the truck door open and ushers me inside without a word. As he climbs in behind the wheel and fires up the truck, I peek over at him and when our eyes meet, he flashes me a wicked smile.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

My heart skips a beat as he races out of the parking lot and starts toward home, glancing over at me every once in a while with hunger filling his eyes. Feeling bold, I scoot along the bench seat to get closer to him and reach over, trailing my fingers up the inside of his thigh. He tenses underneath me and shifts his gaze to glare at me.

“Alison,” he warns, and I hold back a giggle as I pull my hand away and scoot closer. He reaches out with one hand and pulls me into his side, leaning down and kissing the side of my head.

“I’m going to chap your ass for this,” he whispers, and I wiggle against him, my core clenching at the thought. When we pull up in front of the house, he shuts the truck off and opens his door, pulling me out with him, and I laugh as he scoops me up in his arms. My legs wrap around his hips, and I lean down, kissing him as he holds me in the middle of the sidewalk.

Pulling back, I smile down at him, and he drops me to my feet before spinning me to the house. “Go,” he commands, smacking my ass, and I yelp as I start walking up the sidewalk.

Glancing at him over my shoulder, I wink, and he fights back a grin, shaking his head. I spin back to the front and start up the steps, slowing as something catches the light and sparkles from the welcome mat in front of the door. Stopping on the front step, I suck in a breath.

What is that doing here?

Logan crashes into me and grabs my arms to keep me from falling. “Jesus, Ali. What are you doing?”

My eyes stay rooted to the mat in front of the door where the necklace that I’ve been looking for these past two weeks sits. Logan comes to my side and follows my gaze before looking back to me.

“What is it, Kitten?”

I open my mouth only to close it again as I look up at him. He runs his thumb down my cheek, and I suck in a breath. “It’s my necklace. I haven’t been able to find it since the break-in.”

He turns back to the necklace laid out perfectly in front of the door, clenching his jaw as he pulls me closer. “Inside.”

He grabs my keys out of my bag and opens the door before ushering me inside and leaving me in the foyer as he stomps down the hallway to the kitchen. When he comes back, he’s got a Ziploc bag in his hand. He turns it inside out and uses it to pick up the necklace. Once it’s safely inside, he zips it up and slams the door before turning to me. The bag is set down on the entry table as he reaches for me and pulls me into him.

He buries his nose in my hair and breathes me in. “You okay?”

“No,” I answer, shaking my head. I don’t even want to think about it right now. I just want to go back to five minutes ago when we were smiling and teasing each other. The fact that he was in my house and he took my things is something that I don’t want to deal with at the moment.

“Go pack a bag. We’re going to go stay at the clubhouse.” He turns away from me like he expects me to just do as he says but I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to turn around again.

“No,” I say when he does, and his eyebrows shoot up.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I unfold my arms and walk off, down the hallway and I can hear him stomping behind me.

“Ali, this isn’t a goddamn joke. I need to keep you safe.”

Stopping in the kitchen, I spin around, and he almost runs into me. “Then call the cops but I’m not leaving my home.”

He growls and pulls me into his arms, pulling me tight against his body. “Why aren’t you taking this seriously?”

“I am, that’s why I want you to call Detective Rodriguez.”

He lets me go and walks over to the island, bracing his hands on it as he drops his head and takes a deep breath. “The man has told you that he’s going to kidnap you and still you fight me on this. You’ll be safe at the clubhouse, Baby. I need you to be safe.”

“I’ll be safe here. You’re with me.”