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“I’m leaving, remember.”
A throaty noise of displeasure. “Fine. Come on. I’ve got to call Cash and tell him you’re on your way home anyway.”
“I’m surprised he isn’t freaking out at me over the phone.” I follow Savage down the creaking wooden steps of his ranch house.
“Hmm, that’s because he’s pretty sure that your stalker isn’t a stalker any more.”
I stop dead in my tracks. “Oh God. What did he do?”
“He went out to meet ol’ Fucklin and warn him not to come near you.”
“You’re kidding.” I can’t be mad at my brother for that. He’s a dick for not telling me, but I’m grateful. The cops won’t help me because Franklin hasn’t “done anything” yet.
“Nope.”
“That sounds like Cash,” I say. “So, wait, does that mean you’re not my bodyguard any more?”
“You’re disappointed.” He smiles, and I can’t get enough of it, the way his eyes wrinkle at the corners and his face lifts from that usual surly expression.
“Maybe. Okay, definitely.”
“Cash wants me to watch you until you leave.”
“Good.”
Savage waits for me to open the trunk of my car and then places the bag inside. The scent of waterlogged and ruined upholstery floods my nostrils, and I recoil. “That’s wonderful.”
“Mmm. I know a guy who can help. I’ll give you his number. Engine should be fine. The flood water didn’t get high enough to choke it.”
“Thanks,” I say.
He shuts the trunk and leans against it. “You’re not freaking out about Cash overstepping his bounds.”
“I would,” I say, “but there’s this whole… I had an amazing time at my bodyguard’s ranch thing to take into account. If Cash hadn’t been such an overprotective brother, I never would have wound up here. So, it’s his fault, really. Kind of.”
He grabs me by the hips and pulls me close, and I swear I’m never going to get used to that, or the way he sends butterflies tumbling through my stomach with a glance. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been together. I’m lusting after him like we’ve hardly touched, so each time we do, I squirm and gasp.
I’d be embarrassed, but I deserve this feeling. Even if it’s only for the next six weeks.
He captures my lips in another soul-destroying kiss, and we’re grinding against each other like two horny teenagers within the span of a couple of minutes. Savage’s feet slip in the wet grass, and we break apart, me touching my lips, and him readjusting himself in those cursed gray sweatpants.
“Okay,” I say. “I’d better go.”
“Don’t touch yourself,” he says.
“What?”
Savage comes over and brushes my hair from my neck. He kisses my throat then nips it, overpowering me with that smoky cedar scent and his presence. “Do not touch yourself until I’m there. I want you to wait. Understood?”
“Yes, Carter.”
He fists a handful of my hair and gives me one last kiss before backing up to my door and opening it for me.
I wince at the disgusting smell and the way the carpeting in my car squelches as I sit down. I turn the key in the ignition then roll down the windows with a press of a button. Savage shuts my door for me and leans down, leveling me with another of those butterfly-inducing gazes.
“Be careful,” he says.
“I’m just driving home,” I reply.
