I glanced up at Amy’s house, then back to the sexy man in front of me. “I’m not sure…”
Wolfe stepped in closer. “I wasn’t askin’.”
“Fine.”
Wolfe gave a curt nod and walked over to his truck.
Swallowing hard, I battled back the natural urge to argue. I wasn’t going to win this one.
But then again, I didn’t really want to.
Chapter Fourteen
Wolfe
When I walked into my house a half hour later, I instantly wished I'd brought Amy with me.
Oh, sure, she would’ve declined the offer, but I hadn’t been ready to leave her yet. It seemed the more time I spent with her, the more time I wanted to spend with her. Which was crazy. Hell, I'd loved my job before she started working there. Now that she was with me all damn day, I hated when it was time to leave.
A knock sounded on my front door a second before it opened.
“Was startin’ to think you weren’t comin’,” I told Rhys when he waltzed into the kitchen, where I was leaning against the counter, drinking a beer.
I hadn’t bothered turning on the overhead lights, knowing I'd just be turning them off again, so I stood in the dark, the light above the stove providing a white glow that didn’t reach far.
“Almost didn’t.”
I tilted the bottle to my lips, waiting for Rhys to elaborate.
He didn’t.
Clearly we had some things to discuss.
“Scared?” I taunted. Hell, it was as good a conversation starter as any.
“If I said a little, does that bother you?”
No.
In fact, I understood.
“So, how does this work?” I figured if anyone would know, Rhys would. It seemed the guy had some experience with these situations. If some of the rumors were true, anyway.
“How does what work?”
Crossing one ankle over the other, I took another swig of my beer. “This thing with you, me, and Amy.”
“Like, you want to know which tab goes in which slot?”
I flipped him off. “No, smartass. I’ve got that one figured out.”
“Do you?” The taunt in Rhys’s tone was evident.
Setting my beer on the counter, I pushed away from the cabinet and stalked across the room. As usual, he stood his ground, not budging even when I got up in his face. I liked that about Rhys. I liked that he wasn’t intimidated by me, that he was willing to stand up to me. It was fucking hot.
I leaned in, my lips hovering mere centimeters from his. “Trust me, I’m not questionin’ what I want from you.”
“What about what I want from you?” Rhys asked, his low tenor sending a chill down my spine.
