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She nodded with a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah.”
Jekyll stepped back, adjusting himself. The silence was deafening. Imogene looked around the room but refused to make eye contact.
“I should go now.” This time when she opened the door, he didn’t object. She stayed close to him as he walked her through the clubhouse and out the front door.
“Where’d you park?”
She pointed across the yard, and he rested his hand on her back, guiding her to the car. She unlocked and opened her door, getting inside. He braced his arm on the open door and bent down.
“You’re staying at the motel in Killcreek, right?”
She nodded.
Addison had mentioned it earlier. He tightened his grip on the door. She’d been so close for days and he hadn’t even known it.
“Out the driveway and make a left. You’ll see the hotel on your right past the traffic light.” There was no way she could get lost, especially since the whole town only had one light.
“Okay.” She smiled.
He was tempted to kiss her again but straightened.
“Thanks for tonight. I had fun.”
He gave a curt nod and closed the door.
He’d wanted her for too long. His own self-control was teetering. He needed space to get his mind right when it came to her.
He watched from the yard. She maneuvered out of the tight spot, coming pretty close to hitting a bike. But she was able to slide through the narrow passage.
“Prospect,” Jekyll snapped, but kept his eyes locked on her bumper.
“Yeah, what do you need?”
He lifted his chin, gesturing to her car. “Follow her to the hotel. You don’t leave until she’s inside.”
“Got it.”
Imogene didn’t know it yet, but she was officially under the protection of Jekyll.
And the Killcreek Drifters MC.
Chapter Twelve
Imogene was still reeling from the night before. It had her wondering what might’ve happened had she stayed. She’d been willing. And eager. It was Jekyll who had been the resistant party. Though it wasn’t for a lack of desire. He’d certainly proved that.
A rush of heat spread over her chest, creeping up to her face. He was the last person she should be thinking about at the moment. In an hour she’d be meeting her last client. She needed to be professional and keep her thoughts on her job, not a romp in Jekyll’s bed. Or in the shower, or against the wall.
Stop!
She gave her body a sharp shake and focused on the sandwich display case. With time to spare and a growling stomach, she’d stopped in the local convenience store in Killcreek. She would’ve preferred a restaurant or even a fast-food drive-thru. Gas station food had a stigma, though she had to admit, this store had a huge selection, and everything seemed fresh.
Imogene grabbed a turkey and American cheese sub and made her way to the beverage cooler. When she reached for a water bottle, she collided hands with a man and immediately pulled back, turning to the left.
“I’m so sorry, I…” Well, isn’t this a surprise. A good one. Her lips spread into a wide smile. It had been six months, but he looked the same. Kind of. His facial hair had grown in, and his face was a little more rounded. Prison food was probably a perfect diet for anyone wanting to lose weight. She’d had it a few times when she’d forgotten to pack a lunch. It served as a reminder to always bring food from home. But the added pounds on him only accentuated his attractiveness.
“Xander.” She cocked her head and cringed at her faux pas. “I mean, Hyde, right? Long time no see.”
“Imogene.” Hyde grabbed an energy drink, and she noticed his lips twitch when he turned his head, giving her his profile. “Heard you were in Killcreek.”
