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“You can forget about the truck,” Killian clips. “You won’t be leaving the shop alone at night.”
Carter pinches my waist lightly as if saying I told you so. I blink at Killian, confused as fuck. So he does care?
“Until we’re sure the man from last night doesn’t have plans to come back”—his stance is wide, his expression determined—“we’re taking you to and from work. The deliveries are fine. Leaving when he could hide in the shadows is not.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat. First, Killian almost let us both suck him off. Then, he couldn’t get away from Carter and me fast enough. Now, he’s back to talking about solo car rides.
Another one of these whiplashes and my head will fly right off my neck.
“No. I’ll take my truck.” I scoff. They can’t keep driving me crazy. I won’t allow it. I wiggle out of Carter’s grip and stand up, my hands on my hips. “I never park far from the shop. And I’ve been handling myself for years. I don’t need your help.”
“You’ll have it anyway, Amara.” Killian’s icy façade thaws. A little.
“Pet.” Carter’s large hand squeezes my ass, and I yelp.
The sound of his chair dragging along the floor alerts me that he’s standing up. He comes to stand before me, blocking my view of Killian. He is so close that I’m forced to look up to see him.
When Carter directs his focus at me like that, he owns me. He controls the air I breathe. Holds my heart in his hand, dictating how fast it beats.
“Yes, Carter?” I ask, breathless.
“You won’t fight us on this.” His gray eyes say a million things I can’t decipher. His knuckles graze my cheek. His fingers grip my chin. “Unless you want to be chained in the bathroom. You’d look so pretty. Our little naked prisoner waiting for us to get back from work every day.”
I melt. He always knows the right thing to say.
When he kisses me, I wrap my arms around his neck. The door shuts quietly behind Killian. My chest tightens a fraction at that.
“Amara.” Carter folds me into his embrace, yanking me to the warmth of his body. “Promise me one thing.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Anything.”
“Remember what I told you about Killian.” His fingers flex on my back, his forehead pressing to mine. He’s hugging me, in the hotel, where anyone can see. “He’s struggling. Doesn’t mean he’s angry or hates you.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“You promised.” He bites my nose. “Now, get to work before I have to spank you for being a bad flower girl.”
“You’re tempting me.” I tilt my head to steal a kiss.
“Oh, trust me.” In a flash, Carter’s fingers curl around my throat. “I’m really fucking tempted too. I…”
He sucks in a deep breath. I stop breathing altogether.
You love me. Just say it.
“I’ll see you this evening.” He squeezes my throat one last time, groans, and storms away.
I still don’t breathe easier when he’s gone.
The bell on the door to Carnations chimes when I walk in. “Hey, Opal.”
“Amara,” Opal calls to me from her place at the counter.
I don’t actually see her. Only her tattooed arms, hands and fingers since she’s hidden behind a monstrous flower arrangement.
“Finally,” she grumbles.
Warmth makes my heart flutter as I let my eyes roam over the rest of the shop. More arrangements of the same flowers—blue hydrangeas and bellflowers—are scattered on the floor. They’re so pretty, thanks to her. The extremely talented and introverted Opal.
