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And anything could have gone wrong if he’d tried to tackle the guy with the gun. A stray bullet could have hit her or someone else in the room. So he’d held back. Waited and watched.
“Is that what’s been worrying you? That’s why you’ve been so quiet? You’ve been thinking about what could have happened to me?”
It floored him. He’d thought she was upset because she’d been in the middle of an armed robbery and had been scared for herself.
He hadn’t suspected she’d been afraid for him.
Who was this girl? And why the fuck didn’t she have someone looking after her? She needed a damn keeper.
“Yes. Of course. What else would it be?” she asked, sounding bewildered.
“I thought you were scared about being in a dangerous situation.”
“I wasn’t worried about me. What is the worst that could happen if I died? It wouldn’t really matter.”
Fury filled him. Sharp and fast. He drew back and shook her lightly. “You’re lucky you’ve had a traumatic experience or you would be over my knee right now.”
“What? Why?” She had the audacity to look shocked at his words.
“It wouldn’t matter if you died? Of course it fucking would! What kind of fucking nonsense is that?” He knew he should stop shaking her. He was so incensed he was probably going to scare her.
Control yourself.
“You . . . you’re angry.”
“Yes,” he got out between his clenched teeth. Angry didn’t actually come close to covering it.
He. Was. Incensed.
“I’d tell you what would happen if you had died today . . . that fuckwit would never take another breath. I would have torn him apart. And I would have made it hurt.”
“That’s very graphic,” she said faintly.
Shit. Reel it in.
To his shock, she smiled up at him. “You’d have missed me?”
Missed her? Of course he would have.
“Yes. And I’m not the only person. You think your brothers wouldn’t miss you? Your friends?”
Something sad entered her gaze.
“Greer? Wouldn’t they have missed you?”
“Of course they would have,” she said with fake brightness. “Now, you said something about a bath.”
“Greer,” he said warningly. “They would have missed you.”
“I know they would have. I know that. Really, I do. It’s just . . . sometimes I feel like I’m always on the outside, looking in, you know?”
That hit him hard.
Because how often had he felt that way around his friends? He knew they all loved him.
But he didn’t have that person. Someone special.
And he wasn’t going to lie.
