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He didn’t want to go through that again.
Kenna walked back into the room still wearing his T-shirt, the one she tossed in his face last night, leaving him with the scent of her bare skin and the image of her two perfect breasts and all that creamy skin he dreamed of touching again. “I’m ready to go.”
Reality hit him hard.
He wasn’t ready for her to leave. He couldn’t not know where she was and if she was really safe. “I’ll drive you to your place. You can pack your stuff and I’ll bring you back. That way Hunt can finish work without having to drive out here and back to town again.”
She stared at him with a blank look, like she didn’t understand a word he’d said.
“Then it’s settled,” his dad said. “She’s staying.”
Kenna looked even more stunned.
His dad patted her shoulder. “If you’re not back for lunch, I’ll see you for dinner tonight.”
Kenna seemed to shake herself out of her stupor. “Oh no. I don’t want to impose. I’m happy to go to the hotel.”
“No you’re not,” Max snapped, annoyed she said the opposite of what she wanted because of him. “You hate cramped spaces. While you love watching TV, two days of nothing but that and you’ll go insane.”
“I won’t put you and your family in harm’s way. I’ll go.”
He planted his hands on his hips. “You’re staying. For your sanity and mine.” Max headed for the door.
Hunt had to get another word in. “Maybe we’ll all find what we’re looking for.”
Max wanted to punch Hunt in the mouth. He knew exactly what Hunt hoped Max would find. A way back to Kenna.
If only.
But also not in the cards.
He climbed into his truck.
Kenna walked around the front and opened the passenger door. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”
“It is what it is. Accept that this is how it’s going to be while they search for your brother and the other guy who stole the FBI’s shit, and let’s move on to the next step.”
“You obviously don’t want me here.”
“I want you to get in the truck, so we can get this done, and I can bring you back here where you’ll be safe.” He’d make sure of it.
She climbed in, closed the door, and buckled herself in, then folded her hands in her lap and stared out the side window as his horse Ziggy trotted in the nearby pasture. “Thank you.”
He barely heard her. “You’re welcome.”
If they were any more polite to each other, he might hit something.
He ended up following Hunt and the fed to her place. Not like his truck didn’t know the route as well as he did.
They didn’t speak.
He didn’t know what to say.
She looked too tired to do more than sit and stare out the window.
But the moment he pulled into the parking area outside her apartment, he noticed the way she clenched her hands tight. Her breathing changed. Everything about her tensed and went on alert.
He’d been so busy thinking about how they were going to spend the next days, weeks, maybe even months on the ranch together and not make things worse between them, that he hadn’t thought about bringing her back to the place where someone attacked her and her boyfriend was killed right in front of her.
