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His girl?
No. I am most definitely not his girl. I will never be his girl.
And he should know that.
The smirk on his face dares me to argue.
“Actually, I was going to catch one with Viola and Madden,” I snap, only wanting to shoot him down.
“That would be difficult since they took off an hour ago.”
Crap.
I sneak a peek at Victor.
Well…he did offer before Wolf rudely cut him off.
It’s as if Wolf knows exactly what thoughts are flitting through my brain because he shakes his head before crowding my personal space and whispering, “The deal was that I drive you to work and take you home.”
I grit my teeth. “Does it really matter?”
His green depths spark with both heat and challenge. “Yeah, it does. I’ll meet you at the car.”
With that, he pushes away from the bar and heads for the back door before I can say anything else. My eyes narrow at his retreating form.
“I’d have to be a real dumbass to get in the middle of that,” Victor says with a snort.
“There’s nothing to get in the middle of,” I grumble before taking off for more glasses and pitchers.
“Someone should probably tell him that.”
It takes another fifteen minutes to clean the place up and get it ready for the next day. Then we count out the tips. I give a small percentage to the barback before snagging my purse and coat. My tummy trembles as I push through the metal door into the nearly deserted parking lot. Wolf’s Mustang idles near the back as I burrow into the collar of my jacket. Even from here, I feel the heat of his gaze leveled on me. There’s no way to escape it. No matter where I go, he’s there, standing in my way, forcing me to acknowledge him.
Along with our past.
After nearly five years of silence, he refuses to be ignored.
My steps stutter to a halt as I return his penetrating stare.
Deep in my bones, I know that if I slide in beside him, everything will explode between us. Thick tension has been brewing for days.
I’m afraid of what will happen if it does.
I rip my gaze from his before swinging toward the alleyway. A heartbeat passes. Then another before a car door slams shut in the distance. I startle and quicken my step, knowing that he’ll come after me. The frigid air crackles with tension as a mixture of nerves and excitement ignites at the bottom of my belly.
Even though I realize it’s coming, a squeak escapes from me when his fingers tighten around my bicep.
His voice cracks like thunder in the velvety darkness that presses in on us. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Before I can respond, he turns me around and backs me up until my spine hits the rough brick of the building. Much like earlier, he presses his bigger body against mine, caging me in, making me feel small as I stare with wide eyes.
“Walking home.”
“Like hell you are,” he growls.
“You don’t make decisions for me.”
“Maybe not, but Miles would want me to look out for you.”
