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As soon as the thought struck, they hit.
“Fuck,” she hissed under her breath, and I had to admit, the dirty word on her lips sounded sexy as shit coming from her.
“Wasn’t sure you knew what that word meant,” I taunted her, hoping to take her mind off things.
She grunted. “I’m not an angel.”
No, she just looked like one.
And felt like one.
My fingers savored the contact, even as I was gradually easing my support. After a good five minutes, though, I’d admit I was disappointed to relinquish my hold on her.
“Can you walk?” I asked after she was standing on her own and I was at her side.
I sure as fuck wasn’t about to leave her in the parking lot by herself at this time of the night. So she’d be coming into the motel office with me on foot or in my arms—it was down to her to decide which.
“I can manage,” she whispered, exhaustion leaking into the words, never mind her expression.
Fuck, she’d look like that after she came. I knew she would. Except her eyes would be happy, not sad.
I wanted to see them happy. I really goddamn did.
Because she didn’t sound all that confident, I hooked my arm around her waist after I’d retrieved my saddlebags and squeezed. “You can help keep me upright. My knees are aching.”
They were, but not enough to need help. Still, it made her straighten up some and it had the added benefit of her putting her hand on my stomach to ‘steer’ me.
With my lips curving all the while, we walked into the motel office. I started to book us a pair of rooms, my only stipulation that they weren’t on the ground floor, but she murmured, “One room will be fine. There are two beds, right?”
The clerk nodded, gave us a set of keys, and I squared up.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I chided, even though I was grateful.
She’d be easier to protect if we were in the same room, but I didn’t want her to think I was anything like her soon-to-be fiancé.
Well, soon-to-be if our plan didn’t work.
And my plansalwaysworked.
So Bill fucking Murphy could get his virgin bride from somewhere else.
“This is already costing you more than it should,” she grouched. “In time, effort, and energy.”
“Sin will pay me back if I need the money.”
“This isn’t his problem either.”
I wanted to say that she’d made it his problem when she’d come to the Sinners for help, but I had no desire to hurt her. She wasn’t delicate, per se. Just kind and gentle. Not exactly the type of woman a guy like me should be sniffing around. Nothing about my life was kind or gentle.
Saying that, neither was her father’s.
How the hell had a fucker like that reared a woman like this?
Talk about a changeling.
Especially as I’d had the misfortune of meeting Sin’s succubus of an egg donor once as well.
I squeezed her side as we walked up the stairs, her leaning on me more than I was leaning on her, then when we got to the room, which was grim as fuck, I cast her a look to see if she was going to complain about the less than five-star accommodations.
