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“At home.”
I narrowed my eyes and he stood, opening his jacket. “You can check. I’m not working so I don’t have it.”
“Chris…”
“Derrick Jordan,” he corrected.
“Derrick Jordan, is in jail?”
“Yeah, why? Has he contacted you?”
“No, so thank you. I guess I do owe you for ridding me of that fuck up.” I climbed the stairs, stepping over his helmet. When I pushed the key into the lock, I glanced at him over my shoulder. “You can buy me dinner. We eat then you promise not to come here again.”
“I promise not to come here again without your permission.”
I noticed how he amended the statement but I was too tired to agree. And maybe I was insane for inviting this stranger into my house but he had been correct to say I trusted him. I had no idea why I felt so strongly about this man's intentions with and for me. He wouldn’t hurt me.
Once I had my door unlocked and stepped inside, I blocked the entrance so he couldn’t follow. “Before I let you in my house you have to give me your real name.”
His jaw flexed as if he were chewing on anger but he gave me what I asked for. “Balor Allen.” And wow. It fit. I wasn’t sure why but his name made him that much darker and handsome at the same time.
I stepped back, widening the door, and he moved inside, changing the entire feel of my home. There was no explanation of how or why but the minute Balor crossed over my threshold, everything around me felt different.
ChapterFour
Balor.
Her house was welcoming and comfortable. My body relaxed instantly upon entering her space. The acknowledgment of that fact annoyed me for reasons I didn’t understand and had my guard up as I followed her through the tiny walkway that dropped us into the kitchen. She dumped her things on the counter and turned to me, pointing to a small shelf near a door in the corner.
“You can put your helmet and gloves over there.” She shrugged out of her coat—a jean jacket—and draped it over the rear of a wooden chair, one of four that surrounded a kitchen table. After I placed my helmet on the shelf, I sank into one of them and watched Keiris cross the kitchen. She washed and dried her hands before heading to the refrigerator where she pulled out a bottle of wine.
“I’m drinking this. You can choose from water, tea, orange juice, and soda.”
“You’re not sharing your wine with me?”
“Nope.”
I chuckled and watched as she placed the bottle on the counter. She used an electric opener then removed a glass that was so large she was able to pour the entire bottle into it.
When she joined me at the table I watched her take a sip then close her eyes as if it was the best thing she’d ever had in her life. Watching her do it could have easily been the best thing I had ever witnessed in mine.
“You’re really not gonna share?”
“No, I’m not. Now can I have your phone?”
“Why?”
“You promised me dinner.” She wiggled her fingers, waiting with her hand extended near me.
“You order, I’ll send you the money.”
“Not doing that. You just want my number.”
“How do you know I don’t already have it?”
“Judging from the way you showed up on my doorstep like a lost puppy I know you don’t have my number or you would have already used it.”
She was right, I would have.
