Her eyes shot to his. “Do I need that?”

“Maybe. There’s a possibility that shit’s about to hit the fan. What fun!”

“Fox,” she groaned. “What’s going on? Are you safe?”

“Sweet girl, you don’t need to worry about me. But promise you’ll put this on your charm bracelet and that you’ll wear it. And use it if you need to. Please.”

It was the please that made her realize how serious he was.

“All right. But I have to tell Duke about this.” She took the box from him.

“Must you? Seems to me it will just push him toward a heart attack. Hmm, on second thought . . .”

“Fox,” she chided.

“Joking, sweet girl. I don’t want the big biker to die.”

She wasn’t sure if she believed him or not.

He gave her a hurt look, his hand on his chest. “Your doubt hits me right here. I’ve arranged a safe house for you as a precaution. I’ll even let you take Duke. Now, isn’t that nice of me?”

“Sure. That’s nice of you.” She didn’t really like the idea of needing a safe house, though.

“I even put some biker magazines in the toilet for him for when he’s doing his business.”

Lord help her.

“I’m rather disappointed I’m not escorting you down the aisle. Although, not sure how I’d feel about giving you to Duke.” Turning, he headed to the door.

“Wait! That’s it, you’re just going?”

He spun back. “Don’t you know that I’m always around?”

“Fox,” she said urgently.

“Yes?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be, sweet girl. I can take care of myself. And you. Although, perhaps a motorcycle wasn’t the best gift.” He gave her a chiding look.

He knew about that? Of course, he did, he was the Fox.

“Why me? I’m no one special.”

“You’re special to me.”

She rushed over and threw her arms around him. “Be careful, Fox.”

“When aren’t I careful?”

Pretty much always.

He slid from her hold and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Had that really just happened?

Another knock made her step back in fright. She shut the jewelry box as Betsy opened the door and peeked in. “Sunny? You all right?”