Her head jerks up. “You aren’t expecting both of us to get on a motorcycle with you. Are you?”
The worry in her tone threatens to make me burst out laughing.
Linc snorts. “Wyatt might be an idiot at times.” I scowl at him. He just shrugs. “But… he isn’t that big of an idiot.”
“I have a car,” I say, exasperated.
Abby nods, turning to her friends behind her. The girls hug and say their goodbyes.
Kane grabs my arm when I start to walk by him. I can tell there are a lot of things he wants to say, but he settles on, “Make sure she gets home safe.”
“Of course.”
I’m pretty sure I would make it my life’s purpose to protect her for the rest of her life if she gave me the opportunity.
Abby is no damsel in distress. She doesn’t need a man to stand guard in front of her, but maybe she would want one at her side.
Or maybe three?
“Thanks for the ride,” Leah says.
“You bet,” I say as she walks to her front door. Abby and I stand side by side next to my car until Leah is back in her house.
She gives us a thumbs-up from the window once her door is locked and her security system is engaged once again. With a smile, she turns and walks away.
Abby is already looking up at me when I gaze down at her. “I guess it’s my turn to go,” she says. She takes a step backward and nearly falls off the curb.
I grab her, pulling her back up onto the sidewalk. “I think I should escort you inside. You clearly can’t be trusted to walk on your own right now.”
She rolls her eyes but grabs my hand as she turns toward her own house. Surprisingly, she keeps her hand in mine until we’re standing in her entryway.
I grab her coat when she shucks it off, and I hang it on one of the hooks on the wall. She kicks off her boots, marching down the hallway and into what I’m guessing is her bedroom.
I’m frozen in place. I don’t want to leave without saying anything, but I’m not going to waltz into her bedroom unannounced. We might have kissed, but that doesn’t give me that right.
“Wyatt,” she shouts.
“What?” I call back. I walk over until I’m stopped just outside the doorway she disappeared through.
“I need your help,” she grumbles.
I turn the corner, not knowing what I’m going to see. At first, I don’t see anything, at least not her. I turn back to the door, thinking I walked into the wrong room.
Her voice makes me spin back around. “In the closet.”
She’s in the back corner of her walk-in closet, straining on her tiptoes to reach something on the top shelf. Her head snaps in my direction when she hears me walk in.
She looks me up and down. “You’re tall.”
I chuckle quietly. “You’re just realizing that now?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I noticed it right away.” She blinks a few times. “You’ll do for the job.”
“And what job is that?”
She points at a large plastic tub that’s on the top shelf. “Can you get that down for me?”
“Sure,” I say, stepping in close. The closet isn’t that big, so she can’t really maneuver around me. I know I should let her by, but I like having her this close.
