“You’re right,” I said with a hint of disappointment.I softened my tone.“I’m sorry I brought it up.”
“Which one was it that hit you?”
“Boyd.”
Ryan shook his head.“Should have stabbed him again.”
I tipped my head back and laughed.“That’s mean.”
When I righted my head, I discovered him staring at me with a serious expression.“Nobody hurts you ever again, Trouble.Not in any form, no matter what.”
“You sound like Chad.”
“Yeah, because he told me not to hurt you and that hurt comes in many forms.I want you to explain that to me, but you can do that after we work off our donuts.”
I grinned and ran my hand up to his neck.“Oh, and how are we going to do that?”
“A run,” he said.
My face fell.“I don’t run, Ryan.”
“Today, you should try.”
I chuckled.“No.When the zombies show up, I’ll start running.”
He huffed out a single laugh.“By then, it’ll be too late.”
“Yes, but your brains will be tastier than mine.”
Ryan leveled a solemn look on me.“At some point, Rusty may come looking for you.If he isn’t full of shit and he’s got an in with the Corrupt Chrome MC, you might have more than one man coming after you.It’d be better if you could outrun someone for at least a fifty or hundred yard dash… That’ll be enough of a start that you could hide, get to a vehicle, something.”
I stepped out of his hold.“That’s also a big part of why I carry a gun, keeps me from having to run.”
“Ivy, I’m serious.You need to stay safe.Did you bring any gym clothes?”
My lips stretched out with my grimace.“Can’t say that I did.”
He eyed me up and down.“You can wear my shirt and a pair of my gym shorts – they’ve got a string that’ll keep them from falling off.”
My mouth dropped open.“You’re serious about this.What about my gun?No joke, smart people stop in their tracks, and I’m pretty sure I proved that I don’t have any problem hurting these assholes.”I glanced to the side.“I should probably talk to someone about that, but…” I glanced back to him.“When it’s me or him, I’ll take care of number one, honey.”
My phone rang with the ring tone I’d assigned to my boss.I dug it out of my purse and took the call.
She started speaking before I could even greet her.“Ivy!Did you call that new client yesterday?”
“I did, and I left word with Shayla that I did.”
“He says you never spoke to him.”
Yeah, seemed Rusty was adept at lying.
“Did Shayla make a note that I contacted him and he was threatening?”I asked.
“She did, but how threatening could he be over the phone?Take Anderson with you—”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Mr.Huntington didn’t saywhatreal estate service he needed.Buying, selling, rentals, he didn’t mention any of it.”
“Then why would he ask for you specifically?”
