“But what if she needs me?”
“She’s an adult, Lena. She’s fine.”
You don’t know her like I do.
“Anyway, aside from texting Chels and speaking to my parents once in a blue moon, there’s not much I miss. I never did look at the news much, and I don’t have social media.”
“Good. It’s a fucking cesspool and a good way to get hurt.”
Blinking over at him, I huff out a laugh. “How do you really feel about it?”
Gideon parks in a space with a number and then taps his phone again. When the delivery kid comes out with the bags and makes his way to my side, Gideon pushes out of the vehicle and intercepts him, shaking his head.
The kid shrugs, passes Gideon the bags, and walks away.
“Wow, no human interaction for me.” I roll my eyes as he sets the bags in the back and then fastens his seat belt. “I don’t think that kid was a security risk, big guy.”
“You don’t know that.” Suddenly, his hand cups my chin, making me turn to him, and my skin ignites from the fire of his touch, which seeps all the way down to my bones. “Roll your pretty eyes at me again and see what happens.”
Holy Jesus in a rowboat.
That threat has my vagina doing the foxtrot, and I’m not mad about it.
“You’re in a mood.”
He lets go and starts the engine, and within seconds we’re back on the freeway, headed toward the ranch.
The food smells good, but I’ve lost my appetite.
I should have stayed at the ranch.
Chapter Thirteen
Gideon
She should have stayed at the goddamn ranch.
Instead, I’ve had her right next to me all day, her orange scent wafting over to me every time she so much as moved. She’s in my hoodie, which is so big on her, it’s laughable, but she won’t let go of it.
And fuck if I don’t like that.
Walking through that store, with my dick pressed against her back and feeling her heat against me, was the kind of torture the army never trained me for.
And they trained me for both physical and psychological warfare.
Which I’m pretty sure I’m in the middle of right now.
My control is hanging on by a fuckingthread.
Thank fuck she finally fell asleep. Glancing her way, I make sure she’s still out, and then breathe a sigh of relief.
I need a break from her sweet-as-honey voice and her questions. I wish the smell of her went away when she slept.
That would be a bonus.
But no, I can still smell her oranges, and I want to strip her naked, spread her open, and bury my nose inher. Inhale her and then eat my fill.
I’m going to hell for all this. I’ve been entrusted with her safety, and I’m not even sure I can keep her safe fromme.
