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“Um… who is going to make these pancakes?” I ask, arching a brow. I have a very vivid memory of Noah almost burning our house down the one and only time he tried to cook for me. He looks up at me with what I can only describe as puppy dog eyes and I shake my head.

“Oh, no. It’s the weekend. That means I don’t go to work and I don’t cook.”

He pouts. “But I’m hungry.”

“How about we get dressed and I take you to my favorite little cafe not far from here? They have the best pastries.”

“Okay, you talked me into it,” he answers, throwing the covers back and jumping out of bed like someone lit his ass on fire. I laugh as he grabs his jeans from the floor and pulls them on. I slip out of bed and arch a brow.

“Eager?”

“Did you not hear the part where I said I was hungry?”

I shake my head. “No. Just didn’t expect such dramatics from you.”

“Dramatics, huh?” he growls playfully as he starts stalking around the bed to me and I let out a squeak as I try to decide where to run.

Shit!

When he’s halfway to me, my gaze locks onto the bathroom in front of me. Screeching, I book it, running toward the bathroom with everything I have and just when I think I’ve made it, he hooks an arm around my waist and growls as he buries his face in my neck, pretending to bite me.

“Noah!” I scream, flailing as his teeth sink into my skin. He carries me back to the bed and throws me on the mattress before looming over me.

“Maybe I’ll just eat you, little red riding hood.”

I laugh. “And that makes you the big bad wolf in this situation?”

“You doubt me?” he asks, feigning an offended look as I smile up at him. “I think I’m going to have to show you.”

His lips stretch into a grin that shows off all his teeth before he leans in, growling and snaps at me. I giggle as I shove him off me.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He shrugs as he plops down on the bed next to me and I get up again, grabbing my yoga pants off the floor before I grab some panties out of the drawer.

“Hey, in all seriousness,” he says as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. “There is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

I nod as I pull my pants up. “Shoot.”

“After what happened at dinner last night… what do you think about staying at the clubhouse?”

I grab a shirt off the chair in the corner before turning to study him. We would probably be safer at the clubhouse but the thought of being trapped there until we find a way to deal with Oliver feels similar to being trapped in the apartment and I shake my head.

“I can’t, Noah. I would feel like a prisoner all over again.”

He holds his hand out to me. “Come here, baby.”

I pull my shirt over my head and cross the room to him, allowing him to pull me into his arms as he looks up at me.

“I just want to keep you safe, Kady.”

I nod. “I know and I’m game for mostly anything you need to do to accomplish that… just not staying there. I can’t be a prisoner again.”

“Okay,” he sighs, reaching up and slipping his fingers into my hair as he cradles the side of my face. “I really fucking don’t like it but I understand. Just promise me that, if I’m not with you, you’ll be extra careful and we need to talk about having a couple of the guys watch over you when I can’t.”

“I’ll concede on the first request and we’ll talk about the second one.”

He rolls his eyes and pushes off the bed, unwilling to release me as he stands. “Stubborn ass woman.”