I shrug one shoulder, feeling so drained. “For dragging you into my mess.”
“It’s not your mess. It’s his.”
I can’t look away. His deep, dark eyes have me in a trance. “Okay.”
“I promise,” he says, not convinced by my response.
“I can go somewhere else. I can go to Mikayla’s or Sandy’s.”
“They may know about them and be watching their places for you.”
“Crap,” I snap, shaking my head at the thought of something happening to them.
“I’m too new for them to know about unless they followed you tonight, but since you’re still breathing, I’m going to guess they weren’t.”
I blink a few times as fear grips me harder. “But they could’ve.” My eyes move toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling more exposed than I did earlier.
Brax leans to the side and grabs a remote from the side table. He stretches his arm out toward the window and presses a button. In an instant, black shades come down from the ceiling, covering thewindows.
“Better?” he asks as he sets down the remote.
“This is so messed up.”
“Hold on,” Brax says, lifting his backside and fishing his phone out of his pocket.
“Who are you calling?”
“My grandpa.”
“At this hour?”
I’ve lost track of time, but it’s well after midnight. My grandparents would have been asleep for hours. They have the weird habit of going to sleep right after the sun sets and getting up as it rises. I don’t understand it, but they say I will when I’m their age.
“He’s a night owl, and he turns his ringer off when he goes to sleep. I won’t wake him.”
Brax hits the speaker button, holding the phone out between us as it rings.
“Brax?” A man’s voice fills the air.
“Hey, Gramps. Whatcha up to?”
“Watching some crazy show on the tube. You?”
“On a date.”
“Nice,” his grandpa says. “What’s wrong? You rarely call this late.”
“Got a problem, Gramps.”
A problem? First, it’s not his problem. Second, it’s a little bit bigger than a problem. A problem would be you ran out of sugar while trying to make cookies. Not having someone out there hunting your girlfriend. I shake my head at my own stupid thoughts. I’m nothis girlfriend. I’m just a woman he’s gone on two dates with and gave one amazing orgasm to.
“Shoot, kiddo. How can I help?”
Brax winks at me with a little smile, but I can’t muster the same expression to give back to him. “You know Malakai?”
“Malakai McGowan?” Gramps asks.
“That’s the one.”
