Page 23 of Receiving His Mercy
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Bonkers.
He was completely and utterly bonkers.
Not just a teensy bit insane as she’d first thought, but off his rocker.
Caren didn’t even know where to start with what he’d just said. For one, River wasn’t a date. She’d been interviewing him for the job as her assistant. He’d actually been her third interview this week. And he was the best one of the lot, which wasn’t really saying much.
“River isn’t?”
“I’m going to have to put my foot down about this. I’ll approve any dates from now on; you have to send them to me first and I will do background checks. I might even need to meet them first.”
Breathe.
You cannot murder him.
But put his foot down? She thought not. Caren had taken care of herself for a long time, in far more dangerous places than New York.
So, nope. He would not be meeting any of her dates first. And she wasn’t about to tell him how pathetic her love life was.
And by pathetic she meant non-existent.
“You are not meeting any of my dates first,” she told him in a strangled voice.
Screw telling him the truth about River. The guy was bonkers. He didn’t deserve any explanations. What he needed was a lobotomy!
“You don’t understand how many crazy people are in this city,” he told her earnestly.
“Oh, trust me, I’m beginning to realize that.” She was staring at one right now.
“Good. Then you understand why I think it would be best if you moved in with me. I’ll contact a moving company tomorrow. We can have you moved out quick.”
Okay, now she couldn’t breathe.
He was a steamroller.
“I’m not moving in with you, Travis.”
“It will be safer.”
“I’m not in any danger, you lunatic!” She threw her hands into the air. “I’ve lived in far more dangerous places than here and survived without your protection. I’m not moving in. There will be no vetting or meeting my dates. And I am not yours to take care of!”
Although that last part did sound rather nice.
However, she was not buying into his crazy.
No thank you.
Reaching for the door handle, she opened it and jumped out, rushing to the front door of her apartment building.
“This isn’t the last you’ll hear from me,” he called out calmly.
“You realize that’s something a lunatic would say!” she yelled back. “Don’t make me get a restraining order.”
That went against every fiber of her being if she was honest. Because all she wanted was to fall into his arms and let him take care of everything.
However, that wasn’t her life. She couldn’t let anyone else have control, except when she was at a club. That was the only time her brain could ever rest. When she let her guard down.
