Page 52 of Regret

“A truck.”

“I can see that, but what I mean is, where’s your bike?”

“It’s parked back home.”

With a shocked expression, she looked up at him. “Why would you buy a truck?”

“Because it’s safer.” He shrugged.

“Since when do you care whether it’s safe or not?”

“Since I met you.”

With narrowed eyes she peered at him. “Hunter Keaton, tell me you did not buy the truck because of me.”

He walked over to the passenger side door and opened it for her. “Just get in. You’ll love the truck.”

“I love the bike.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Hunter sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I know, Blue.”

“And you love that bike too, so why buy the truck?”

Goddammit. Did this woman not understand what she meant to him? That he would lie, cheat, steal, and sell his soul for her? Did she not know that he was completely and utterly lost in her?

What the hell did he need to do to make her realize she was his beginning and his end?

Two steps and he was standing in front of her, staring down into her bright blue eyes. The breeze was blowing a strand of her soft blonde hair across her face, and he gently reached up, tucking it behind her ear.

“Because there is not enough bubble wrap in this world for me to wrap around you every time you climb on a motorcycle.”

Her eyebrows slanted inward. “You’re paranoid.”

“And that is entirely your fault.”

With one swift move he picked her up into his arms and she let out a little squeal, which shot straight down to his dick. “The sooner you realize you are mine and that I will fight the devil himself in order to keep what’s mine safe, the better.”

One of her beautiful smiles that always managed to make his heart beat faster spread along her face. “So you went from one-night stand, to lover, to boyfriend, to bodyguard all in a matter of weeks?”

“Blue, I will be whatever the hell you need me to be. And keeping you happy and safe is the only reason I live from here on out.”

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