“But?”
“I can’t promise he’ll be safe.”
“And you can now?”
“You have a way better shot with me than without me.”
I look up, finally allowing myself to dive into his sensual gaze again.
“I care about this, Bouche,” Wraith continues. “I’m not a heartless machine, and I… Fuck.” He swallows hard. “I like you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Yeah, I do. Why do you think I keep coming back for more? It’s not my normal MO, believe me.”
“Not mine either,” I mumble. “Figures though. I would meet the one guy I could never have more with.”
His expression turns sad for a second, but he blinks it away. “Yeah.”
My phone rings and I pull it from my back pocket. It’s an unknown number which makes me pause, but I answer it anyway. “Hello?”
“I got a new phone,” Boone says. “No one’s following me. It’s quiet out here and easy to tell.”
I relax as soon as I hear his voice. “Where are you specifically?”
“Naterville. Right off the exit. There’s a piece-of-shit motel you can’t miss.”
“Naterville,” I repeat while Wraith opens his phone and types something on the screen. “I’m coming.”
“No, Pax, it’s not safe for you.”
“I’m bringing backup. My, uh, my friend has an idea, but we need more information.”
“You trust him?”
My stomach twists. There’s no way I can tell Boone how I know Wraith, but I have to trust the guy. He’s all I’ve got right now.
“Yes. For this.”
“Okay. I’m in room 302.”
“We’ll be there in twenty-five minutes,” Wraith says.
“Twenty-five minutes,” I tell Boone. “Make sure you check before you open the door to anyone. Just in case.”
“Yeah, I know. See you soon.”
“Call if anything comes up before I get there.”
“I will.”
After ending the call, I get to my feet. “We can’t tell him about you.”
Wraith frowns. “I’m not sure how that’s gonna work.”
“Fuck.”
Wraith approaches me slowly, carefully raising his hand and placing it on my arm. I want to push him away, but I don’t.
