Page 43 of Taming Hawke

“Thanks, Lu, you’re the best friend ever.”

“Don’t you know it. Now go take a bath, relax, and I’ll see you soon.”

“That sounds exactly like what I need.”

“Good, now see you at the airport.”

“Okay, bye, Lu.”

“Bye, Jazz.”

The phone disconnects and I throw it down on the bed. Opening Hawke’s drawers, I find clean underwear and a bra I brought over last time I was here, and enter the bathroom to take a shower. Once I’m done I grab a towel and dry myself. I hear someone in the room and quickly wrap myself in the towel. I hesitantly open the bathroom door, not sure if it’s Hawke in the bedroom, and sigh with relief when I see him pacing the floor. I tighten the hold on the towel and exit the room, but Hawke doesn’t notice me, too busy spitting profanities.

Walking up to him, I place my hand on his shoulder. “Hawke, what’s going on?”

He stills and tries to focus on me. “Fuck, Lu. I almost forgot you were here.” Feeling hurt, I wrap my arms around my waist and look down at the floor. Hawke holds me in his arms, and I rest my head on his chest. “Sorry, babe, I didn’t mean that,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

I lift my eyes to his. “Tell me, Hawke, what’s going on? Jasmine called and said Quill left the house early to come to the club.” I cup his cheek in my hand and run my thumb over his scratchy jaw. “Are you in danger?”

Hawke turns his face into my palm, softly kissing me there. He forces a smile onto his face, traveling his arms down my back to rest on my ass. “Nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart, just club business.”

“Hawke! When are you going to trust me enough to share your club with me?”

He cups my face. “It’s better this way. The less you know, the safer you are, and the better I can protect you.”

“Hawke, you’re scaring me,” I reply looking him dead in the eye.

Running his thumb over my bottom lip, he leans in and places a soft kiss on them before pulling back and holding my face up to his. “You never have to worry about your safety with me. I won’t let anything happen to you. You got me?”

I bite the inside of my cheek. “I got you.”

“Now go and get changed, we have a flight to catch. My best friend is getting married.”

I smile up at him, and head back into the bathroom to do just that.

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