I raise my hands. “I promise to keep my hands off of you. You can sleep in my spare bedroom.”
“What’s my other choice?”
My stomach dips. While I would love to spend a night or two twisted up in the sheets with her, she’s not interested. It’s for the better. I can’t offer Sloane anything more than an orgasm or two. She deserves more. She deserves everything. But I’m not the man to give it to her.
“I call Harper and you explain why you’re sleeping in your car to her.”
She spits daggers out of her eyes at me. “You’re an asshole.”
“So, I’ve been told.”
Adele cries and Sloane scowls. “What are you doing outside at this time of night with a baby?”
“Come home with me and I’ll explain.”
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
I grin. “Do I appear to be the kind of person who lets something go?”
“You appear to be the kind of person I want to punch in the face,” she mutters.
“You’ll have to get in line behind my brothers.”
“The Raider brothers.” She tuts. “If you weren’t trying to sneak intoRumrunner,you were fighting with each other.”
“Don’t forget pranking each other.”
“How can I forget? I nearly peed my pants when the clown dropped down from the ceiling.”
“You can’t blame me. No one expected you to be at the high school.”
“And my reward for helping to clean out the school library was to be scared half to death.”
I shrug. “At least you didn’t pee your pants.” The wind whips through the street and I shiver. “Come on. Let’s get back to my house before I catch a cold.”
“Why are you outside in the middle of the night in November in a t-shirt?”
I point to Adele. “She needed my sweatshirt more than I did.”
Her face softens when she looks at the baby. What I wouldn’t do to see that look on her face when she looks at me. But this woman deserves more than a night with me. No matter how much my fingers itch to touch her, she’s off limits.
“Fine,” she finally gives in. “I’ll stay with you tonight, but you’ll keep your hands to yourself, and it’s only for tonight.”
I shove my hands in my pockets. “Deal.”
Notice I didn’t promise not to figure out somewhere else for her to stay. No way is Sloane living in her car. Not if I can do something about it.
Chapter 8
“Remind me never to complain about Boozer’s whining again.”
Sloane
“This is a mistake. This is the biggest mistake of my life.”
Boozer barks.
“Glad you agree.”
