Ronan nodded. “Guess that must be it. Listen, I pulled you away for a reason. Do you want to do a workout session with me later? I’ve got time between shifts and it will use up some of your energy while you’re confined to the cabin and give Red and Mo the chance to talk business.
Kit was exhausted from balls to bones, and the last thing he felt like was working out. But he wouldn’t be clubbing anytime soon so the exercise would do him good. “Sounds good. What do you want to do?”
“We could do yoga,” Ronan suggested.
Kit gave him the side-eye. “Yoga?”
“Not yoga? Okay, okay, what do you want to do?”
“Mixed martial arts?”
Kit figured a bodyguard who looked like Ronan had to have hand-to-hand skills.
“Let’s agree it with Red first.”
Kit pressed his lips together. “It’s not his decision.”
“Daddies, even ones that don’t think they are, are kinda funny about men laying their hands on their boys. You should see Quinn when someone touches Cade, even accidentally. Let’s keep them happy, yeah?”
All Kit wanted to do was keep Red happy. It just seemed a shame Red didn’t feel the same way.
Ronan opened the panic room door and waved him through.
“You’re a kinda sheepdog. You keep herding me,” Kit grumbled.
Ronan chuckled. “It’s not the first time I’ve heard that. My co-workers call me Lassie.”
Kit snorted at the thought. Then he heard Red talking, well, more growling, and he froze.
“Why don’t you just let me do my job of taking care of Kit and quit trying to play Cupid?”
“Because I need to know you understand what you’re doing,” Mo said.
“I do. He’s safe with me.”
And Red sounded so sure, so confident that for the first time, the knot that had gripped Kit’s belly since Red’s one-word rejection, eased.
Chapter Thirteen
RED
Red wasn’tsure how he felt about Ronan staging an intervention. He watched Kit go, eyes narrowed, but noting the bodyguard didn’t try to hold or touch Kit in any way.
“He knows better than to manhandle your boy unless it’s essential,” Mo said brusquely.
Red turned to face Mo and folded his arms. “He’s not my boy.”
Mo raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So that’s why you said not for long?”
“He understands that this is only temporary and he’ll likely be relocated to another part of the country.”
“You told him that? That you won’t go with him?”
“Yeah.” Red frowned, not understanding the edge to Mo’s voice. “This is a short-term detail, isn’t it? I live and work in Seattle.”
“They start out short-term,” Mo agreed, his smile wry. “But somehow they never end like it.”
“I’m not a Biker Daddy Bodyguard. You keep trying to make me something I’m not. I chose to step away from the Daddy community and I’m not about to step back into it.”
