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Hewinksat me.
Prophet smirks, then points to the pickup truck outside. “Okay then, what are you standing there for? Go grab a box and help with the packing. Get a move on!”
I’m never clumsy, always painfully aware of my surroundings, but this time I turn around to look at Angel so many times, I trip on a garden hose left in the grass.
Chapter 14
Angel
AsgratefulasIam to Prophet for helping me out, now I want him gone, because Creep is finally in my new home, and we could finish unloading the truck ourselves. But I don’t want to be impolite to the big boss of Vulture Hollow, so I keep on smiling and take box after box as the two men hand them to me at the door.
The old me, the one from before the abduction and Stockholm Syndrome (haha) would have shaken his head in disbelief. I should be grateful my kidnapper’s awkward, and remorseful, and might just leave me alone. He’s handsome enough, yes, despite the messy hair and a propensity for making himselfappear smaller than he is by slouching, but I shouldn’t want any more of his attention.
So what if I do want it?
I keep thinking about the intense way he looks at me, how worried he was when I lied to him about the heart condition, how very gently and patiently he’s been handling me. Even in moments of frustration, he hasn’t frightened me. He’s stood up for me twice already, just because I needed it.
He’s my guard dog, and while his sharp teeth are capable of ending my life, I trust him not to turn on me.
Am I naive? That’s still to be decided. I might be guided by my dick not my brain, because when he spat at Johnny on command, it definitely had my blood pumping faster. He’s got that shape I like in a man too?lean, but with wide shoulders. He needs to shower after carrying all the boxes, and I could brush his hair because as a hairdresser it’s an itch I need to scratch. Other than that, why not seal the deal? He clearly wants me, and I can’t pretend knowing he’s listening to me masturbate didn’t do anything for me.
When he spots me staring at him, he responds with one of those intense dark glances, and I want him in my bed even more. What’s the worst that could happen?
A lot, but it would not be the first time I’ve slept with a dangerous man. And a guy who stole my shoelace to feel closer to me can’t bethatdangerous, can he?
“That’s the last of it,” Prophet says with a smile, passing me a box, but Creep snatches it.
“I’ll take it,” he says, as eager as a pup.
It’s pretty endearing, even though I’m not yet sure what’s gonna come of it.
“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver,” I tell Prophet, and while I don’t actually want him to stay, I offer him a glass of water, like the grateful host I am.
His gaze strays past me, and he offers me a small smile. “Maybe not tonight. I think you two might want to talk,” he says, like a good wingman.
Perfect.
“Well then, I’ll probably see you at breakfast.”
“I’ll save you a seat,” Prophet says, but when he waves and winks at me, Creep frowns.
He follows his club president to the pickup with his gaze as if there was something offensive in what Prophet said.
Oh. He’s jealous. I’m reminded of that drama with Rooster. It’s a red flag, but I can’t help finding it adorable.
Creep only turns to face me once Prophet drives off. “Was the… time you spent with him okay?”
“Of course. He was the perfect gentleman,” I tell him, opening the door wider and stepping aside to let him know he’s welcome in my cabin. We’ve finished just in time, because the first drops of rain are starting to tap on the roof.
He rocks on the balls of his feet, as if unsure if he should take the plunge. He… must have done this before in one capacity or another, right?
“Good. I would have talked to him otherwise.”
I bite back a smirk. I’m no damsel in distress, and have handled my own shit from a young age, but it still warms my heart that he wants to be my protector. Men who say they’ll take care of me usually mean something else entirely.
“I think he is a good friend,” I tell him and then my back hugs the wall, Creep finally steps over the threshold, shoulders hunched as if he isn’t sure he’s allowed inside. Which is funny, since he didn’t ask permission that first time.
The cabin is small, with only one bedroom, and while the orange wall in the living room is not to my taste, the place looks half-decent after a bit of cleanup.
