I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Within reason.”
He plants a hand above the doorframe, caging me without touching me.
Yet somehow, I feel him everywhere.
Another bang rattles the door.
“He’s pretty adamant,” Lumberjack growls. “Tell me, Pix. How do I know you’re not actually with this douchebag?”
His eyes lock on mine, and I’m suddenly aware I’m standing in front of what feels like a human lie detector.
With my pride already on life support, I’ve got nothing left to lose. I suck in a breath and reach for the nuclear option.
The truth.
“Because I haven’t had sex in over a year.”
Closer to two. Not that I’m saying that out loud.
His brows shoot up. And those glacial blue eyes darken, storm-gray replacing ice. “Is that so?”
Kill. Me. Now.
Before I can officially die of humiliation, he steps back, his face carefully blank.
Then he gestures for me to move aside so he can open the door.
Panicked, I whisper, “What are you doing?”
“What I apparently always do when you’re around, Pix.” His big hand settles at my waist, already moving me aside. “Rescuing you. But you owe me. And I will collect.” Then, he adds, “Tonight.”
My panties melt a little as he reaches for the knob.
I grab his tree-trunk arm. It does not budge. At all. “You can’t do that. You’re half naked.”
“If he isn’t your man,” he says smoothly, “what’s the problem?”
Point taken.
I do not bother explaining that if dip-dork catches me cornered with a six-foot-four lumberjack, the fallout will be apocalyptic. Worst case, he snaps a photo and hands it straight to the paparazzi. Boom. Mach-ten shitshow.
Not even a top-tier social media wet team could contain that mess.
“Because it is,” I say tightly.
He reaches for the door again.
I block him with my body.
“At least,” I rasp, desperation bleeding through, “zip up.”
He smirks as he does.
Helpless, I step back and watch in pure horror as he opens the door.
CHAPTER 16
Harrison
