He arches a brow, then tilts his head slightly. “You want to go to him, don’t you?”
I swallow hard. “I don’t know.”
But I do. Because Carson said he’d help me. He said if I wanted to see Finn, we’d do it his way. Safe. Controlled.
It’s my choice.
I take one step toward the crosswalk, pulse hammering.Carson doesn’t stop me. He follows. And across the street, Finn straightens—surprised. His gaze flicks to Carson beside me, then back to me, curiosity sparking in those shadowy depths.
Because I’m coming to him. With my bodyguard in tow. And he doesn’t know what the hell that means. But I do.
I’m the one holding the leash.
For now.
CHAPTER 46
Finn
She’s walking toward me.
Willow.
Hair soft from a shower, cheeks pink from ice cream, and that mouth…God, that mouth is still slick from the cone she was so innocently licking inside that shop, as if she didn’t know she was killing me with every flick of her tongue.
My pulse ticks higher with every step she takes. Carson's trailing behind her, shoulders tense, expression unreadable, but I only have eyes for her.
My little fire.
She’s coming to me.
She chose to cross the street, to come to me with that wild look still glowing in her eyes. And I feel it, that invisible connection to her tightening, pulling her closer, bringing her exactly where she’s supposed to be.
Where she wants to be.
I take a step forward.
Then another.
I reach for her—fingers outstretched, hungry for her skin,the silk of her wrist, the place just beneath her jaw that I kissed yesterday.
But I never make it.
Because he steps in.
Carson slides between us, a fucking wall, all taut muscle and glinting warning. His arm presses across her body instinctively, holding her back a step, protective in a way that’s not just duty, it’s personal.
His voice is quiet. “No touching.”
Willow hesitates, lips parting, about to say something, but she doesn’t.
She listens.
She listens to him.
She takes a single step back.
And it guts me.
