Page 69 of Fighting a Riot

That urge to distance himself from her reared its ugly head, and for once, Yak ignored it. She was stuck with him. Hell, he hoped she was down with stairs because she would be in his bed. Even if they’d just be sleeping.

There would be time for sex later.

That thought made him a right bastard.

He couldn’t get involved with her, but here he was… doing just that.

He damn sure couldn’t lead her on and let her think there could be more for them. And she would think that if he became intimate with her.

With a growly sigh, he shoved his hand through his short hair. “Don’t worry about the other Riot brothers, Nora. It won’t be an inconvenience for them. Hell, the moment some of them hear it was the Devil Lancers, they’ll probably want to double up the protection on you.”

She zipped her bag while making a face at him. “Why? It was a home invasion.”

“They’ve done some really shady shit in the past, Nora. It’s getting late, so leave it at that. If I’m feeling nice in the morning, I’ll share with you.”

Before they left her place, Nora had mentioned wishing she could shower so she could wash away the feeling of someone breaking into her home. He led her straight to his ensuite bath and told her to take her time. He used the downtime to call Volt and Roll. They were having an emergency session of church at noon, and Roll was on his way to board up the window since Yak had no plywood on hand.

Once Nora finished in the bathroom, he took a quick shower.

Now, he stood in the doorway of his bathroom wearing his pajama pants and staring at his empty bed. That forced him to see his mistake.

He hadn’t told her she was sleeping in his bed.

With a head shake, he hurried downstairs, hoping she hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

He found her spreading a sheet over the couch with a snapping sound. “Stop right there, Nora.”

She turned to him with a confused look. “Why? Something wrong with your sheets? They smell fine.”

Part of him hated that she’d smelled the sheets first because it reminded him of her switching the pillows that first morning. He forced himself to ignore that.

“No. You’re sleeping in my bed.”

She nodded. “Oh. Well, then I’m making up the couch for you then. Though, I hate the idea of forcing you—”

“I’m in my bed with you. It’s a safety precaution.”

If he hadn’t been holding his breath, he’d have missed her muttering. “Of course it is.”

Her frustrated tone almost made him laugh. She stared at the sheet, and he snatched it off the couch, balled it up in his hands and tossed it on the floor.

“Yak,” she admonished.

“Let’s go, Nora. We’re both wiped.”

She eyed his chest and he made a note to put on a tank.

He followed her up the stairs since he didn’t trust her strength. It was overkill, but between the adrenaline crash and the chemo treatment, she had to be dead on her feet.

Should have carried her.

His breath caught at that thought.

Dammit. Maybe Cal would let her stay with him and Mallory.

He sighed. Then she’d be on the wrong side of the river from her appointments and her job if she had the energy to work.

Errant thoughts about her staying with someone else left his mind when he watched her climb into his bed. Having her there settled something inside him, made him feel more at ease.

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