Page 6 of The Wolf Guard's Mate
I didn’t dare protest, not willing to risk him walking away.
When Hunter followed me in, I climbed over the center console and took the passenger seat.
“You should climb over that again,” he said, and I glanced over my shoulder.
“You enjoyed the view?”
“Immensely.”
“I can arrange a better one if you make it worth my time.”
His eyes flashed, and he started the Jeep. “The hotel’s only a few blocks away. I already checked in on my phone.”
“You in a hurry?” I teased.
“I’ve got better things to do than talk to a receptionist.”
I smiled.
“Buckle up,” he warned.
“I like to live on the edge.”
“Not with me. Buckle up.” The vehicle didn’t budge.
I flashed him an annoyed look, but buckled my seatbelt.
He finally pulled out, and my annoyance faded.
I could deal with his overprotective thing for one night.
“How many people did you threaten to stay away from me?” I asked.
“You don’t want to know.”
“I do.”
“You don’t.”
“Did you count?”
“Technically, no.”
“Technically?” I checked.
“Yes.”
“What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer immediately, so I waited.
When he still didn’t answer, I poked him on the arm. “Come on, Honey.”
“That nickname isn’t going to work for me.”
“Answer my question.” I poked his arm again.
Hunter grunted. “There might be a spreadsheet.”
