Ryan
Shecouldn’tbeoneof those women who didn’t know she was stunning.
Jesus, this woman.What was I gonna do with her?
Nothing, that’s what.
That wasn’t true.I would keep her safe because even if she wasn’t pregnant, she had a knack for finding trouble.
Yeah, that overshadowed her beauty.She’d be a handful for any man.It’s one thing to go looking for Lark, but the moment she walked into the bar should have told her it was a fool’s errand.
Maybe that was too harsh.
I couldn’t imagine life without my dad.His brothers – now my brothers – would step in if something had happened to him, but it would never be the same.
“Are you sleeping?”she asked.
“Not sleeping,” I murmured, but kept my eyes closed.
“Shouldn’t we try to break out of here?”
I opened my eyes.She stood across the room leaning against the wall.
My lips twisted with skepticism.“That could work, but then what?Somebody out there will shoot us.”
Her eyes widened.“That’s the thing.It’s too quiet.I don’t think anyone is here,” she said in a low voice.
I paused to listen as hard as I could before I met her gaze.“If we’re alone, why did you lower your voice?”
She gave me a dirty look, and hell if I didn’t feel it in my balls.“I don’t want to jinx anything.”
I rose from the floor, went to the wall, and listened hard.
I didn’t want to be in here any more than she did, but I didn’t want them to cuff me again either.Especially if they were going to cuff me toher.More than that though, I didn’t want them to separate us – even if she drove me crazy.
My troublesome girl hadn’t thought about that.
My?What was that shit?
She wasn’t my girl.
She was trouble though.
Between Killian and Mick, I’d been in the middle of all kinds of trouble my whole life.And I loved it.
Fuck.
No.This wasn’t the time or place for thoughts like that.I had at least a year before I’d be ready for a woman like her.I was here to start fresh (because finding what Mom and Dad had would never happen).
Ivy wasn’t my type.
Besides, we needed to get out of here.
We both jolted when a door slammed somewhere in the house.
“Not alone any more,” I whispered and returned to my spot on the floor.
“There is a bed.I’m sure it’s more comfortable.”
