“No,” she answers way too quickly and turns away.
“What made you leave town and come here?” I ask, changing tactic.
I need to know why the hell someone was following her.
“That’s none of your business.”
If looks could kill, McKenna would’ve popped my head off with the one she cast in my direction.
“Seems to me, Trouble, you are my business.”
“I’m not,” she snaps, turning her back to me. “I’ll walk back to my place, seeing as you refused to let me take my car.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Standing, I close the distance between us and yank her flush against me. “You felt it. I know you did.” It’s not something I want to admit to, but kissing her that first time set my blood on fire and shot straight at my beating heart, bypassing the walls I keep surrounding it. “You think you can forget away the connection, think again, you can’t. No one can. Fate has a damn funny way of making things happen.”
“You’re delusional.” McKenna huffs, hands on my chest as she tries to push me away. “I’m going back to my place whether you like it or not.”
“Trouble, you don’t seem to be getting what’s happening around you.”
“Oh, I’m very much aware of what’s happening around me. I’m not naive or delusional. I have my eyes wide open all the time.”
Why the hell does it gut me at the way her voice changes from sarcasm to something else I can’t put my finger on?
Nothing about this woman should get to me. She shouldn’t mean a damn thing, yet her words and the way she looks at me do. It pisses me off that I can’t push her out like I want.
The very fact she doesn’t want to be here should elate me, only I refuse to let her deal with whatever the hell is going on by herself.
“Didn’t say you were delusional or naive,” I grunt, sliding one hand up into her hair, tilting her head back. The instant her eyes meet mine, I find myself fighting the need to plant my lips to hers once again. “But you’re not going to leave this clubhouse. Not when I know there was a tail on you. Prospect didn’t approach him, but he informed me of tail. Saw him going in the very same store as you.”
“It couldn’t have been Rashon,” she blurts out before clamping her mouth shut.
“So, you knew someone was following you?” I ask, cocking a brow.
“No,” she squeaks out.
“Trouble,” I mutter.
“Stop calling me that.”
It’s cute the way she narrows her eyes and stomps her foot.
“No can do, Trouble.” I grin, liking the fact that it annoys her.
“You’re annoying.”
“I’ve heard that a time or two. Mostly from my sister when she doesn’t get her way with something. Now she’s Fire’s problem.”
“Whatever.” She huffs and shoves at my chest once more. “Let go of me.”
“I think I like you right where you’re at.” It’s not a lie. The feel of her pressed up against me, I like it more than I want to admit. “You said Rashon wouldn’t be the one following you, why?”
“Rashon’s in town to visit his family. His sister is getting ready to graduate.”
That could be true, but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about that. I’ll need to get Boot on it to see what he can find out for me.
“Right.”
Before either of us can say more, there’s a knock at my door. Reluctantly, I let McKenna go and move to the door, opening it to find Flame on the other side.
