When he looks at Leah, his entire demeanor softens. “I promise we will stay out of your hair. We just want to make sure you’re safe.”
She drags her eyes up to meet his. She seems to assess him for a minute before giving him a subtle nod. “Okay…” She takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me. There’s nowhere else I—or any of the other guys from the club—would rather be.”
The sincerity is blatantly clear. I have a feeling he has his own personal reasons for being so invested in this. Maybe all the guys in the club do.
I follow Leah into her house and help her get settled in bed. She didn’t sleep well at the hospital and says she just wants to sleep in her own bed.
Thankfully, her sorry excuse of an ex-boyfriend didn’t live with her, so none of his stuff is here. Otherwise, I would be throwing all of it out onto the street right now.
With all her medicine set out on her kitchen counter, I quietly make my exit. Linc is still in the exact same spot when I walk out.
“It’s pretty amazing that you’re doing this,” I tell him, stepping closer.
“It’s not just me.”
“Regardless… I’m still thankful.”
“She doesn’t deserve to be treated like that.”
“Hell, no. She does not.” My voice rises in volume. “I never liked the guy. I always got a bad vibe whenever he was around.”
His head slowly shakes from side to side, the sunlight catching on his features. “There are too many pieces of shit in this world.”
“I agree. It’s good to know you aren’t one of those pieces of shit.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “And how do you know that?”
“Vibes.”
He chuckles. “You sound like Wyatt.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment because he seems fun.”
“Take it however you would like,” he says, still smirking.
I eye him for another minute. He seems like a tough nut to crack. I have a feeling there are a lot of layers to him. Some of which he doesn’t show to many people.
“I should go take a shower. I’ve been in these same scrubs for the last twenty-four hours, so I’m sure I look crazy right now.
He moves his aviators further down his nose. His eyes travel up and down my body, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me.
His perusal alone has me feeling like a live wire ready to implode at any moment.
“Crazy isn’t exactly the word I would use.”
I bite my bottom lip, suddenly feeling very turned on despite how exhausted I am. “And what word would you use?”
He slides his sunglasses back into place. “I don’t think you’re ready to hear it yet.”
“And when will I be ready?”
“No idea. That’s up to you.”
“Up to me? Then I think I’m ready now.”
The shake of his head is almost indistinguishable. “Not what I meant.”
