A charming smile graces his lips, and he leans down, kissing my cheek, lingering a fraction too long. A predictable low growl rumbles from Kai’s chest, and Sawyer smirks. “It’s good to see you,” he says, his eyes roaming my towel-covered body, and fury rolls off Kai in waves.
It’s good to know he’s still as possessive as ever. I can work that to my advantage.
“And I’m glad you’re safe,” Sawyer adds, straightening up and thrusting his palm out again. “But you still need to hand it over.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I protest, knowing full and well he’s somehow detected my cell phone.
His gaze lands on the pathetic plastic bag on the bedside table, and he reaches it in three long strides, not asking for permission as he rummages through it, finding the evidence immediately.
I sigh in resignation, rolling my eyes to the ceiling.
“What the fuck?” Rick says, shock splaying across his face when he spots the cell in Sawyer’s hand. “I searched her when we first picked her up, and she didn’t have that on her. I swear.”
“Who knows where you are?” Kai questions, pinning me with his “no bullshit” lens.
“No one knows where I am,” I truthfully reply.
“Don’t fucking start with me, Abby!” he barks. “It’s too dangerous.”
My nostrils flare. “Listen up, asshole, because you seem hard of hearing.” I step right into his space. “No one knows where I am because the text I sent Xavier went undelivered.”
“She called him,” Sawyer confirms, not looking up as he scrolls through the call log on the phone.
Kai exhales heavily, stabbing me with a venomous expression. “You knew you were coming here, so there was zero reason to involve his annoying punk ass.”
“You kidnapped me against my will. That was all the reason I needed. That, and he’s the only other person besides Charlie I trust.”
His eyes glaze over, and if looks could kill, me, Charlie, and Xavier would be ten feet under by now. I flip him the bird, loving how easy it is to push his buttons.
I think Kai might be losing his touch. Imagine that.
“You’re testing my every last nerve.” He’s struggling to rein in his temper as he grabs my elbow harshly. “What the fuck did you tell him?”
“Fuck. You.” I rip my arm away, nearly losing my towel.
Kai looks like he’s ten seconds away from personal nuclear detonation when he throws me over his shoulder and stalks into the closet.
“Let me down, jerk face!” I pummel my fists on his back.
He places my feet on the ground in the middle of the mammoth closet with more tenderness than I expect. Especially with how he’s glaring at me like I’m Damian fromThe Omen. “Put something on,” he demands, waving his hands at the rows of female clothing.
“They’re not my clothes.”
“Faye won’t mind.”
I arch a brow. “Faye?”
“Her and her husband own this place.”
“And, what, they’re letting you stay here indefinitely?”
“They’re letting us stay here for as long as we need to.” He takes a step toward me. “Now, stop deflecting, and pick something to wear. You’re not going back out there in a towel.”
I smirk, planting my hands on my hips. “Then I guess we’re staying put.”
A cool breeze wafts over my skin as he whips the towel off me in one lightning-fast move, leaving me standing buck-ass naked in front of him. Indignation and fury charge to the surface, and I’m tempted to lunge at him and beat him with my fists, only I know from previous experience how quickly he can restrain me.
His eyes zoom in on my chest, and a familiar lust-drenched haze burns in his eyes. “Fuck. Me,” he rasps, biting down on his lower lip in a way that always turned me on.
