Just as Angie attempted to leap for North who stood there, staring at her intently.
Jared wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a look like that on North’s face. And it surprised him. But he didn’t have time to figure that all out. He was too busy trying to prevent her from getting herself murdered. Jared held her tight against his chest.
“Let me at him! Let me at the poo stain!”
Okay. They needed to work on her insults. They sounded like something a naughty toddler might say.
Mind you, she had been acting a bit like a toddler while she was ill.
Jared had always wanted a Little. There was a part of him that longed to take care of one. But he’d also resigned himself to the fact that he’d never have that.
And not just because of North.
But because a Little would be too delicate and innocent for this life. He couldn’t bring someone else into it. It was bad enough that North lived it with him.
And what if something happened to her . . . like what had happened to the others.
No. It couldn’t happen.
“Angie, calm down. Right now.”
Angie stilledat Jared’s hard words.
She hadn’t expected him to sound so . . . cold. Didn’t he understand why she was angry?
North had just said she had a terrible sense of direction.
Was it true? Yes, of course.
There was a reason that Zander had made her wear a tracker for the first month that she’d lived in the bunker. She’d kept walking in on things that she shouldn’t have seen.
Like Ammo stepping out of the shower stark naked. And Zander and Keira . . . yeah, you get the idea.
“Those assholes all needed to learn how to lock a door,” she muttered to herself.
“Who needs to learn to lock a door?” Jared asked. “Us?”
Crap.
She stiffened.
She had to escape. She’d just knocked Jared Bartolli unconscious. And then she’d basically tackled him like a mad woman, rubbing herself all over him.
And now she was sitting on his lap.
Sexy, gorgeous, dangerous Jared Bartolli had her on his lap.
And. She. Stunk.
“Let me go!” she cried, trying to get away from him.
She used all her best moves.
And not one of them was one of the moves Ammo had taught her. Which was dumb, except she didn’t want to hurt him.
“What are you doing?” North asked.
“Obviously I am trying to free myself without hurting Jared. And in case it wasn’t obvious, I am winning.”
