He chuckles. “Then prepare to meet a room full of them.”
“Oh.”
I’m nervous about that, and he squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Don’t go to the bar without me. I’ll fight those bastards if they even look at you inappropriately.”
His words cause me to chuckle. “You really are an asshole, Blade.”
He shoulder bumps me and the towel slips. He growls, “For fuck’s sake, darlin’, go and pull on some clothes. And never answer the door in a towel again.”
“Why not?”
“Because anyone could have been standing there.”
“But you told me it was you.”
I toss my eyes and he shakes his head.
“You believed me. What if I was someone else who used my name to gain entry?”
“I recognized your voice.”
“They could have impersonated me. One word is easily copied.”
“Possibly.”
He swings his gaze around the room and sighs.
“This place is making my eyes bleed. Get dressed, and we’ll head for the dining hall. You must be hungry.”
“Oh.”
I’m uncomfortable, and he rasps, “What?”
“Oh, um, Ashton said she’d call for me, and I’m sure she will be here soon.”
“It’s fine. I passed her on my way here and told her I’d show you around.”
“You did?”
For some reason I’m happy about that, not that I didn’t like Ashton, I believe that would be impossible, but Blade, well, he feels like home.
He jerks his head toward the bathroom, “Please, darlin’, you’re messing with my mind wearing that towel. Pull on some clothes and we’ll head out.”
With a small smile, I do as he says, glad I affect him just a little. There is some damn hot chemistry building between us, and the night is ours, apparently. Perhaps sleeping with Blade will throw up a few challenges for both of us, but one thing’s for sure: I really hope sleep doesn’t feature much tonight.
CHAPTER 20
BLADE
It’s different being home with Delilah walking beside me.
I’ve always walked alone. Even my brother prefers his own company, and only Sunday has the privilege of a conversation with the brute.
He’s always been the same. A few words to make his point but no deep and meaningfuls, just facts. Many people don’t understand Razor; hell, he gives them no reason to believe he’s mentally stable, but I know my brother and he doesn’t require words to communicate with me. I get him and he gets me, and that’s all we need.
Delilah pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt with sneakers, and I’m happy about that. She’s a sexy woman, and I don’t need the Reapers feasting their hungry eyes on her curves anytime soon.
It’s not as if I’m a possessive asshole, well, maybe a little, but I want her to remain comfortable here. To adjust to life in the compound without worrying about every dude here hitting on her. And they will. I’ll bet my bandana on that, so it’s important to make them aware she is under my watchful eye.
