Dylan’s gaze shifts from amusement to curiosity. He looks from me to Hannah and back again. “What’s going on here?”
I blow out a breath. “Hannah has had an unexpected change in plans.”
She turns to Dylan. “I broke up with my fiancé the day we were supposed to get hitched.”
He gives her a second look. “Wait. You’re not…are you…”
“Yes,” I rush out, knowing exactly where he’s going. “Hannah was the woman at the courthouse in L.A.”
His mouth curves up in a grin. “Huh. Interesting.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “And you two just happened to meet up?”
“I kind of hitched a ride in his pickup,” Hannah explains, her tone sounding genuinely remorseful. “Maverick was kind enough to let me stay with him last night.”
Dylan raises an eyebrow at me.
“Not like that,” I say sharply. “Look, can you take her back to L.A. or not?”
He gives a slow nod as his eyes sparkle with mischief. “Sure, I’ll take her back to the city.” He turns to Hannah. “And you can stay with me if you have nowhere else to go.”
I step closer to Dylan. “Hold up. No fucking way is she staying with you.”
He sidesteps me and puts an arm around Hannah’s shoulders. “Why not?”
“Because,” I say through pursed lips.
The sound of a phone ringing pierces the awkward silence among the three of us. Hannah looks down at the phone in her hand.
“Excuse me. I have to take this.”
I wait until she’s walked out of earshot before I grab Dylan by the shoulder and pull him aside. “What the fuck are you doing?” I say in a low voice.
“Helping you make up your mind. You asked me to take her off your hands.”
“I didn’t say you could hit on her.”
“Why not?” He stares at me like he’s trying to figure me out. “Do you want her?”
I swallow. “She could sink a dozen ships with that baggage.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. Memories of Hannah’s warm body against mine when I woke up this morning hit me. The idea of having that for a week—I admit it’s tempting.
“This was supposed to be a week of solitary time,” I mutter. “Just me.”
“Looks like you’ve got a door number two.” Dylan waits until I’ve opened my eyes again before he adds, “You can’t have it both ways, Mav.”
I look past him out at the highway beyond.
“Your call. Three.” Dylan crosses his arms over his chest. “Two. One more and I’m taking her back to L.A. with me. Unless you don’t want to give her up?”
“Fuck you, Wild.”
His grin widens. “One.”
“Fine, you fucker. I’ll drive her to Chicago.”
Chapter Thirteen
