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His voice was shaking, and it seemed to untether something inside me. Something that wanted his arms to come around me and hold me. Something I’d be an idiot to crave.
Just as I was about to open my mouth, the thud from the lighter in my pocket hit the floor and had Killian raising a dark brow in question.
I dipped to retrieve it. The silver Zippo was still in the tissue, so I walked to set it on the counter.
“There were two men wearing wolf masks. The driver was in that red car that swerved into your lane that day we went to The Drip. The second jumped out and doused Callie’s car with lighter fluid. He was about to torch it.”
If I thought that explanation was going to calm anything inside Killian, I was completely wrong.
With barely controlled rage, he stalked toward me, coldly asking, “and how is it exactly that you now smell like that lighter fluid, Daisy?”
The nickname had my heart swelling, and I hated myself for it. It had become so familiar, and so safe, like coming home.
I kept my glare on him and refused to dip my chin, regardless of how intimidating he was.
“I intervened.”
It was as though a spark had caught the fuse of a bomb. His eyes narrowed, his lips slid into a sneer, and he advanced.
“So, let me get this straight.” He held up his finger. “Callie was taken to safety…”
I nodded. “By Harris.”
He’d done his job, and I wanted to be sure everyone knew it. Dude was one of the best guys in the club, and I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.
“But you…” He raised that dark brow again, as if he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
“I ran outside and jumped on the hood to stop him. They were amateurs, Killian. I could tell, and I knew if they were confronted, they’d stop.”
Killian grabbed a glass that was sitting on the counter and threw it across the room.
“It’s a fucking car, Laura. Why wouldn’t you go with Harris?”
I knew his anger was because he wasn’t there, and some part of him worried for me. Or worried for his club, but I knew it wasn’t at me.
Firming my resolve, I crossed my arms over my small tank top. My cleavage was pushed up, and I smelled like a fucking gas station at the moment, but I couldn’t afford to care.
“Harris had one job and that was to protect Callie. He did it. He didn’t have room for two on his bike. I knew I was on my own getting back, and I was fine with that, but I refused to let those shit bags start my best friend’s car on fire when it was preventable. She just got that car, and she needs something safe to drive?—”
“Stop,” Killian yelled, bringing his hand to his face, and rubbing his forehead, “just fucking stop, please. You’re standing here, smelling like lighter fluid, worried about Callie and her ability to get around when you nearly caught on fire today, Laura. On fucking fire!”
He stepped closer, and I retreated a step on instinct.
“You don’t have a way to get around, and yet you’re worried for her. Fuck Callie. She has a rich husband who will provide everything she could ever want. They have insurance, and within a single day, Wes would have a new rig in their driveway. You, however, just ruined one of the three sweaters I know you own. You hurt your leg; I can tell because you’re leaning to avoid putting pressure on it. You’re soaked to the bone, and you’re standing here, not even officially a part of my club, telling me you put every one of its members before yourself.”
He was breathing hard as he finished his sentence. His eyes were wild.
I stared, unsure what to do because he was right, and I hadn’t even considered what he was saying. I loved Callie, and I wanted her to be safe, but it was more than that. An attack on her was an attack on this place that had somehow become my home over the past three months.
His eyes continued to search my face, as if I could provide more details, and then his head lowered, and his mouth was on mine. His hand slid into my hair, cradling my jaw as he moved sensually slow, sliding his mouth from the side and invading with his tongue.
My hands were up around his neck—my fears surrendered to the call of his touch.
I was an idiot, but I didn’t know another way to exist where Killian was concerned.
He kissed, and I kissed him back until he finally broke away, pinning his forehead to mine.
“You need to get in the shower, change into something comfortable and wait for me upstairs. I need to go take care of this.”
