I stare at Georgia who’s still looking at Monty like she wants to snatch him up and dispose of him herself. My stomach tightens at the memory of someone trying to take him. And how Denver saved him. He opens the rear door, lifting Monty onto the back seat with care.
Something ignites in my gut as Georgia climbs into her truck but keeps staring at us. She rolls down her window as she drives toward us, as though she’s going to say something to Denver. Whatever it is, it’s not going to be useful to him if it’s coming out of her mouth.
I grab the front of his T-shirt, leaning close. His brow furrows as I place my finger to his lips.
“Trust me,” I purr.
I wait until Georgia’s pulling up alongside us, then I crush my mouth to his.
20
DENVER
She’s everywhere.Her taste on my lips, her scent in the breath I take, her hot body pressed up against mine.
“Sinclair,” I warn, the word muffled by her lips on mine.
She ignores me and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. A breathy sigh passes from her to me as she keeps her soft kiss pressed to my lips. There’s no tongue. No movement. Barely anything other than her soft mouth against mine.
Butbarely anythingfeels like the whole damn world just shook beneath me.
“That ought to do it.” She pulls away, smiling triumphantly as she watches the taillights of Georgia’s truck drive away.
She turns back to me, rolling her eyes. “Come on. You can get your sex on with someone much nicer. I’ll help hook you up when we’re back in the city if you like?”
“Get my sex on?”
“Uh-huh.”
I slide my hand around her hip as she tries to walk away, turning her so she’s pinned in-between me and the side of my car. She comes easily, used to me caging her in between myarms. I can’t seem to stop needing to do it. She’s always putting us in situations where I have to fight to make her listen to me.
“Why would you do that?” I growl.
“Relax. Sullivan has a suite at The Lanceford especially for it. I know single guys might want to fuck but not date, I’ve got girlfriends who feel the same. Like I said, I’ll hook you up. They’ll bring a smile to your serious face better than Georgia ever could.” She pats my chest, humming happily like she’s pleased with herself.
“Fuck, Sinclair!” I slam my hand against the side of the car. “I meant you kissing me! Your father trusts me with you. Sullivan trusts me with you. What if other people had seen us?”
She shrugs, her face closing off like my words have struck a nerve. “Like who? Bigfoot?” She snorts. “It’s not like there’s many people around here.”
“That’s not the point. It’s my job to?—”
“Your job. Oh, here we go.” She throws her hands up. “I know. It’s your job to babysit me. Well, you’re welcome for me giving you a great excuse to cut ties with little Miss Bitchface. Maybe once we’re free of each other, you can find someone nicer instead.”
“When we’re free of each other?” I grit.
She averts her eyes from mine, wrinkling her nose. “No one saw us, and like I’d tell anyone I kissed you, either. Don’t be ridiculous. You’re worrying over nothing.”
She shoulders me out of the way, but I move in front of her, opening her car door for her before she can.
“When you’re with me?—”
“You do it! I get it!”
She plonks into her seat with a huff.
“No,” I correct her. “When you’re with me, I worry.” I lean into the car and calmly take her seatbelt in my hand. “I worry about you. About Monty. I worry about keeping you safe.Protecting you. If I stop worrying, then my guard could slip. And I won’t ever put you at risk like that. So I’ll continue to worry, okay? I do it so you don’t have to.”
“Because it’s your job since my father made it your job. I know,” she mutters.
