Page 73 of Stiletto's Savior

He steps out of the club, brows furrowed, his expression intense.

“Where the heck are you rollin’ off to?” he asks, eyes scanning me like I’m hiding something.

“Just going for a ride,” I say, trying to keep my tone light, but even I can hear the tension beneath it.

“Mmm, okay. What’s really going on?”

Dammit. I hate how well he can read me.

I hesitate, weighing my options.

Should I tell him?

His protective streak could work against me, but I don’t want to lie either.

“Look—” I cut him off, “I need to handle this by myself.”

“Handle what exactly?” He takes a step closer, piercing brown eyes locked onto mine.

“Something I need to do, Miles. Something for answers.”

“Song, you’re not making sense.” His voice lowers, earnest. “You shouldn’t go alone.”

“You think I’m afraid?” I challenge, crossing my arms.

“That’s not what I said.” He moves in, closes the distance, his presence overwhelming. “You’re not thinking straight. I know you can handle anything you set your mind to.”

My breath catches as he grabs my face, searching my hazel green eyes.

There’s a warmth there, a promise of safety that makes me feel invincible.

“Whatever you’re doing, you better be damn careful,” he warns, his voice low. “Call me if you need help.”

“I will,” I reply, my heart swelling.

He leans in, pressing his lips against mine—a sweet, lingering kiss.

It sends a jolt through me, grounding me, reminding me of everything I fight for.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can’t help but smile.

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

But as I watch him step back, the intensity in his gaze lingers.

He knows I’m stepping into danger, and that thought ignites a fire in my belly.

With one last glance in his direction, I start to step on the gas.

But, all of a sudden, my sister steps out in front of me.

I open the window and shout at her, “What the hell? I thought you left!”

Siren sighs heavily and comes around to the other side of the Ranger.

She swings the door open, “I knew you were getting yourself into some trouble, and I thought to myself ‘if she’s doin’ somethin’ crazy I wanna be with her’. So, here I am!”

I shake my head and laugh. “Fine. Get the hell in.”

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