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“You could sleep in my bed,” she blurted out. Wait. What? No. “I could change the sheets. I’m shorter and smaller, so the sofa will be more comfortable for me.”
He eyed her for a long moment. “Just like I thought.”
“What?”
“Not happening, baby. Now, unless you want me to come tuck you in, get your butt into bed and get some sleep. Got me?”
All right. She got him.
Although . . . she kind of wanted him to tuck her in.
And maybe tell her a bedtime story?
Was that really too much to ask?
* * *
Remy lay on the couch,staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep.
How long had she been out here in the middle of fucking nowhere alone? How often did Loki leave her here?
What was he thinking?
Loki had his own demons. Remy knew what it was like to be eaten by the past, by things that no one else could see.
He got it.
He even felt some empathy for the other man.
But that didn’t mean he liked that Loki had left Isa here on her own. This place was too isolated. Anyone could get to her here. He’d spotted a camera outside, but other than that and the broken security light, he hadn’t seen any other security measures. Then again, it could be completely secure and he still wouldn’t like her staying here alone.
Face it, you just want her with you.
And was there anything wrong with that?
He’d know she was safe.
Right, because you’d wrap her up in so many rules and protection, she wouldn’t be able to take a step outside the house without you knowing.
But he knew that he also couldn’t smother her, he didn’t want to scare her. But it was hard. Isa was so small and fragile.
She could have died tonight.
Fear filled him. Sharper than he’d have expected considering she wasn’t his.
Yet.
It really felt inevitable. With the life he’d lived, he believed in fate. That he was meant to be in the right place at the right time.
To meet the right girl.
And her best friend.
With a sigh, he shuffled onto his side. He needed to stop thinking about shit like this and sleep. He wasn’t in his twenties anymore. Years of little sleep and a hard life on the road had started to take its toll. Now he needed a solid eight hours or he got crabby.
His gaze moved to her bedroom door. Well, what he could see of it from where he was lying.
There shouldn’t be a closed door between him and her.
