She blinked.“A bathroom break?Seriously?”
“People get kidnapped in those.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It absolutely is.”
“Kayne—”
“No.”He stepped closer, lowering his voice.“No debates,cher.Not after today.”
She swallowed.“It was nothing.”
He leaned in just a fraction.“Let me decide what’s nothing.”
She tried to hide a shudder by looking anywhere except at him.
“He wanted you scared,” Kayne said.“That’s his mistake.You’re not alone anymore.”
His thumb brushed her arm.He’d intended it as reassurance, but it landed as something else entirely.The way her breath caught and eyes held his sent heat rolling through his veins anyway.
“We’re taking my vehicle,” he decided.“Yours stays here.I’ll drive you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
Her quick capitulation gave him pause.Chloe Giordano didn’t roll over for anyone.So why now?Because she trusted him?Or because she was terrified?Did it matter?
He kept his hand on her back as he guided her toward his SUV, senses blazing.The stalker hadn’t just watched.He’d acted.
And Kayne did noteverlet the people he protected get hit.
He opened the passenger door.Chloe climbed in, hands trembling just enough to betray her.
Kayne rounded the hood, jaw set, blood simmering.Whoever was hunting her had just made the worst mistake of their goddamn life.
He was going to make sure they knew it.
