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“How’s that?”
“We could lure him into a trap.”
“A trap? Oh no. No way I’m going to let you put yourself out there as bait.”
“I wouldn’t have to be bait.”
“Then what exactly are you proposing?”
“Leading him back to the house one night.”
“No, Lyla. That would be way too dangerous. We’ve been trying our best to prevent him from finding out you’re here.”
“I know that. But if I keep hiding, so will he, right, since he wants me for whatever reason? That’s why I think we should lure him here, let him see me come in the front door. He won’t know I left out the back. You’ll pretend to leave me alone, and then my dad’s guys could be ready to swarm the house.”
“All while you’re someplace safe?”
“Yes! I could walk out to the woods, meet up with someone on a four-wheeler, and be gone before he even steps foot in the house.”
“I don’t know, Ly. It’s risky.”
“So is being a sitting duck,” I point out. Grabbing a handful of his leather, I plead with him. “Come on, Bear. You know I’m right about this. I can’t hide here forever. And who knows, eventually, we might slip up. He could find me on his own when we’re not prepared.”
Barrett clenches his teeth. “That’s my worst nightmare.”
“Mine too. I can’t expect you to be by my side every second of the day.”
“I could be.”
“I know you could. You shouldn’t have to. You’ll get sick of me.”
“That will never happen.”
“You don’t know that for certain.”
“I do, but I’ll think about it, talk to your dad and Remy, see what they think. For now, let’s just give Thane a few days to get settled in, okay?”
“Okay.”
His smiling lips brush mine, warming me up from my head to my toes like a big, steaming pot of coffee. God, I’ve got it bad for this man. The longer I’m around Barrett, the more attached to him I’ll get, the more I’ll stupidly hope he wants more than sex, even though he’s made it clear that he’s never going to want something serious.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Barrett
After weeks of watching Lyla wait on Thane like his servant, I start to think that she might be right about setting a trap for the asshole who is after her. Her biological father.
That’s why I take a Saturday afternoon off, leaving Lyla and Thane home with RJ and Jordan to go by the Devil Hounds’ clubhouse to talk to her father.
“Why are you here instead of with my daughter?” he snaps at me from behind his desk.
“She’s safe. She’s with my brother, prospect, and Thane. He might still be recovering, but he’s strong enough to use the gun he keeps under his pillow.”
“So that’s where he is, huh?”
I freeze after his words sink in. “Why are you acting like you didn’t know Thane was staying with us? Two of your guys brought hisstuff over.”
“Hmm,” he gives as a nonanswer.
