“Which you didn’t want to tell me. Why?” she accused.
“Babe—”
“Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t you dare play that card with me. Tell me why you didn’t want me to know about the car.”
Interlocking my fingers with hers, I tugged her closer. “I was hoping I could get you a new vehicle with the insurance payout. I didn’t want you to be without a vehicle for too long, but Maverick said things are going to be delayed now since they can’t examine the car. I’m sorry, baby. This is my fault.”
Rolling her eyes, she grabbed a pillow and tucked it behind my head, finally relenting. “It’s not your fault. It was an accident. And I don’t expect you to get me a new car. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of that on my own. Besides, the town isn’t that big. I can walk wherever I need to go.”
“Yeah?” I asked, tugging her until she fell forward against my chest.
“Liam, I’m going to hurt you!”
She tried to push away from me, but I held her against me, refusing to let go. “You could never hurt me, Bailey.”
“I can if I injure you even more than you already are. And you know that’s possible. I could snap you like a twig right now.”
Chuckling, I pulled her closer, pressing my lips to hers. “You think so, huh?”
“I know so. All it would take is a little…creative manipulation on my part.”
I didn’t completely understand what she meant until I felt her hand snaking down my body, sliding over my cock that instantly jumped to life.
“Bailey, don’t mess with me right now.”
“What’s wrong, Mr. Parker? Don’t think you can handle what I have in store for you?”
I sucked in a ragged breath when she undid the button on my jeans and slid her hand inside. Fuck, how the hell was I supposed to keep a clear head when she was touching me like that?
“Bailey—”
“If you won’t rest, Mr. Parker, I’ll be forced to do whatever’s necessary to ensure you do.”
Her head lowered, covering my cock, and then everything around me faded away.
I stumbledout of the bedroom sometime in the dead of night. The sheets were cold beside me, which instantly sent me into a blind panic until I saw the lights on in the living room.
Wiping the crusties from my eyes, I spotted Bailey in the kitchen, humming as she bounced from toe to toe in nothing but one of my shirts.
“What are you doing?”
The sound of my voice startled her, and whatever was in her hand went flying across the kitchen in a splatter.
“Jesus, Liam! Warn a girl next time!”
Snatching a towel from the counter, she bent down and started wiping the cabinets, muttering under her breath.
“What are you doing out of bed?” she finally asked as I strode closer.
“I woke up. And you weren’t there.”
Hiding her smile, she stood and tossed the towel in the sink. “Well, I thought I would make some muffins.”
I glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. “At two in the morning?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Why not?”
