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As we pass my unconscious attacker, I glance down, but I don’t have a chance to see his face to recognize him.
After I’m hauled up to my apartment door, Chuckles holds out his hand. “Keys.”
When I don’t retrieve them from my pocket, Chuckles reaches in and takes his damn time searching for them. I jerk away, but Hot-as-sin holds me firmly.
Glowering at Chuckles, I get my first good look at him. He reminds me of an all-American football quarterback. I wouldn’t be surprised to see him with a letterman jacket, even if he looks like he’s in his mid-twenties. He’s clean-cut, with dirty blond hair, an athletic build, and a five-foot-eleven frame, but there’s an edgy glint in his gray eyes, like he isn’t all apple pie and tailgate beers.
“Whoareyou?” I ask indignantly as he unlocks my apartment door.
They don’t answer.
Hot-as-sin tugs me into my place and releases me with a nudge.
“Get your stuff,” Chuckles orders.
“My stuff?” Admittedly, I have very few personal possessions since I left my last place in a rush. However, I don’t understand what’s happening, and just like with the guy at the bar, I will not make this easy for them. I’m not even certain they work for Karma.
“Toothbrush, hairbrush, clothing,” Chuckles intones and then wrinkles his nose. “Ugh, feminine products. Whatever it is that you can’t live without.”
Okay, that’s a good sign. They plan to let me live. They must be Karma’s guys.
I ask, “For how long?”
“For good.”
“But…” I look around at my place. I haven’t even had a chance to mark it with my energy.
He sighs exasperatedly. “It’s a furnished condo rental. This isn’t even your stuff, so what’s the holdup, precious?”
That has my blood pumping. “Precious?My life has just been turned upside down. Gods…Goddessesare real. I should have died tonight, and you are both acting like complete dicks.”
Hot-as-sin stops rummaging through my stuff long enough to pout and objects, “What didIdo?”
“Dragged me down the street like a caveman!”
“Oh yeah.” He nods, smirks, and knocks a magazine to the floor like a damn cat.
“Will you stop that?” I snap.
“Get your bag and pack it,” Chuckles orders roughly.
“Fine!” I throw my hands in the air in surrender. “Where are we going?”
“To the barracks.” He gives me an evil grin.
I blink. “Barracks?”
“Where we live. Where you now live, withus.” Chuckles leers at me and then waggles his eyebrows for full effect.
“Does that Merv the Perv ogle usually work for you?” I inquire, still refusing to budge and pack.
Chuckles shrugs. “More than you uppity types want to admit, precious.”
Precious and uppity type?This guy has no clue who I am or the life I’ve led.
“This living arrangement will be a blast,” I comment sarcastically.
“Bonus. We are also your trainers.”
