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I stalked across the room and lifted her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I walked over and set her down on the island. With my hands settled on the counter on either side of her, I cleared up her confusion.

“When you are here without me, that door will stay fucking locked. You will not open it unless you check the app Nav will add to your phone. You will not risk your life again.”

“Gunner, I wasn’t trying to risk anything. I just didn’t think.”

“I know, baby. You have zero situational awareness. Maybe it’s because you never leave this fucking house, but you need to be more alert to what the fuck is going on around you.”

“You don’t get to make decisions for me.”

“I am about to make all your fucking decisions if I think you aren’t being safe.”

“Gun—”

“No, Haizley. I mean it. You need someone to take care of you. That’s now my fucking job.”

She pursed her lips and wanted to argue. But what I saw swirling around behind the fire in her eyes was acceptance. Oh, she would fight me, and she damn well would sass me. But she wouldn’t stop me.

“You have an entire club of people to take care of. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for a long time.”

“Fuck that. I have been patient up to now. Last night changed every fucking thing. I’m not waiting anymore, Haizley.”

Her eyes roamed over my face, looking for the truth. It was right there, plain as the nose on my face.

“I don’t even know your real name,” she whispered.

“Michael.”

“Michael,” she repeated in a soft voice. I never expected to hear my real name again. My sister didn’t even call me by my name the last time I saw her. But hearing it slip from her lips had my cock thickening again.

I lifted her down to the floor and smacked her ass. “Go get dressed. Once the prospect gets here with my clothes, we need to head to the clubhouse.”

Haizley walked over to the stairs and paused at the bottom step.

“Gunner?”

“Yea, babe?” The look on her face about broke my fucking heart.

“Thank you.”

Moving over to the stairs, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. “You don’t have to thank me.” Pressing my forehead to hers, I murmured, “Go get dressed.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Haizley

It didn’t take long to get dressed, and by the time I got back downstairs, Gunner was also dressed. The prospect had shown up while I was upstairs, and I hadn’t heard a thing.

“Kinda missing those sweatpants.” I smirked as I looked him over. It didn’t matter what he wore, there was no mistaking it; Gunner was gorgeous.

Gunner turned at the sound of my voice, and he assessed me the same way I had just done to him. His appraising stare had heat pooling in my belly.

Uncomfortable with the way he continued to stare at me, I looked around and realized he had cleaned up my kitchen. There wasn’t a trace of flour left on the floor.

“Come here, baby.” He held his hand out, and I walked to him without hesitation. He had made it clear he wanted me. Maybe it was time to give in.

“You ever been on a bike?”

“A bicycle?” I asked with a cheeky smile.

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