“Yes,” Bastian said. “I found her.”
“I see that.” Cole sounded amused.
“Yes, he swept in like a knight in shining Armani to save the day,” I snapped.
Cole cleared his throat, and I suspected the big man was trying not to laugh. “Then I’ll head off. Leave you to it.”
His footsteps were a faint echo as he disappeared.
Bastian’s dark gaze burned into mine. “I don’t want you sneaking out. Let me know if you need to go somewhere.”
“I’m…I’m not used to someone worrying, or telling anyone about my movements.”
“Get used to it. I should spank that ass of yours.”
I gasped. Mostly because I didn’t hate that thought. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
A thought occurred to me. “How did you find me?”
He straightened. “My amazing powers of deduction.”
“I put extra effort into avoiding CCTV, so it couldn’t have been—” I sucked in a breath. “You put a tracker on me!” My gaze dropped. “In my bracelet.” I touched the pretty pearls, then the clasp.
“It’s for your safety.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re the one who deserves a spanking.”
He shot me a sharp smile. “You’re welcome to try.”
I pressed my hands to the hard wall of his chest. “My God, you’re an arrogant ass who?—”
He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.
“Bastian!”
“Is your wound okay?”
His worried comment took some of the anger out of my sails. “It’s fine.” His shoulder wasn’t pressing on it.
He smacked my ass. “We’re going home.”
CHAPTER 22
BASTIAN
When I reached my motorcycle, I set a still wriggling Lark on her feet.
My gaze shot straight to her arm. Her blood-stained sleeve was hidden under my suit jacket. That cut on her arm made my hands clench.
She glared up at me, then her gaze dropped to my bike. “This is yours?”
“Yes.” I handed a helmet to her. “Put this on.”
“I’m not done being angry at you. For the tracker, for not trusting me, for being bossy?—”
“You ran away,” I said through gritted teeth. “You left.”
