Page 52 of The Good Girl

He just shrugs and gives me a quick kiss. “Now go before I change my mind. And be careful. Just because Khan hasn’t made a move yet doesn’t mean he won’t.”

“I know.” I sigh. “I’m just going to pick up our food.”

“Still need you to be careful.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He gives me a wicked grin, so I cover his mouth with my hand. I like playing the sweet and naïve virgin with him, but I have my limits.

“No. That’s not happening, so get the idea out of your head.”

“Ready, Tink?”

I turn to Hoops and sigh. “Nobody’s ever going to call me Nevaeh again, are they?”

“Welcome to the club,” he says, smiling—until Havoc crosses his arms, and Hoops’ smile drops.

“I’ll meet you at the gate,” Hoops tells me and hurries away.

I hit Havoc's chest. “Was that necessary?”

“What?”

I give him a look. “He didn't do anything.”

“He was looking at what's mine,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. I roll my eyes.

Crane chuckles as he stand beside us. “Can’t blame a guy for looking.”

“No, but I can make it so he never looks again.”

Crane just laughs, and I pull out of Havoc’s arms. “I’m going now. I won’t be long.”

“Stay safe.”

“I will,” I reply, hurrying to leave before he changes his mind.

As I step outside, I take a deep lungful of fresh air. Since we got back, he’s barely let me out of his sight. For someone who spends a lot of time alone, it’s been… well, a lot.

He thinks I’ll change my mind and run. I can see it in his eyes every time I look at him. But the thing is, the more time I spend with him, the deeper I fall. Running isn’t an option anymore. Honestly, I don’t think it ever really was.

Lil and Legs catch up to me as I head down the slope toward the warehouse. “We just wanted to say congrats. I think you’re exactly the kind of woman he needs,” Legs says, giving me a quick hug.

“She’s right,” Lil agrees. “I won’t lie—I didn’t see it at first, but you two just work.”

“Well, here’s hoping I don’t strangle him anytime soon.”

Lil laughs. “He’s driving you nuts already?”

“He’s intense, I get that. But, God, I can pee on my own, dammit. I swear, every time I turn around, he’s there.”

I look behind me and throw my hands up in the air when I see him watching me from the saloon doors. “Oh, come on!” I say as Legs and Lil laugh.

“Alpha males don’t understand the concept of space. They want you where they want you, and that’s that.”

“Speaking from experience?” I ask.

Legs rolls her eyes. “Midas is the worst of them, but I don’t have one of these.” She tugs my cut. “So it’s a little different for us. He’s bossy, but he’s not possessive of me because I’m his, it’s just a biker thing.” She winks, and even though she’s joking, I know it hurts her that there isn’t something more between them. I can’t imagine loving someone who can’t see what’s right in front of them.

“I better go. Hoops is waiting for me. I’ll catch you both later.”

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