Chapter 1

“9 am. Don’t be late.”

I grin at my phone when I see the text message appear.

“What’s going to happen if I am? Are you going to punish me?”

“I just might.”

“Can’t you get in trouble for texting your new employee that way?”

“I’m the boss, no one gets me in trouble.”

“You better watch out, boss man, cuz there’s a new sheriff in town.”

“LOL. Bring it… at 9am tomorrow.” The grin on my face spreads even wider.

“I’ll be there.”

I can feel my smile stretching from ear to ear as I set the phone on the bar. I take another sip of the Scotch sitting in front of me. Immediately I’m cringing as the amber liquid burns its way down my throat. I sputter a little, but at least this time I’m able to hold back my cough. I’m not sure what Daddy ever saw in the stuff, but it was his favorite.

My phone buzzes again.

“And wear something nice. I have a surprise.”

My brow furrows as I text, “What kind of surprise?”

“It’s something you’re going to enjoy.”

“I enjoy a lot of things.”

“This is something you’ve never done before.”

“You’re going to be my first?” I can’t help but tease him.

“We both know I won’t be your first. ;)”

“What is it?!”

“You’ll see. Don’t be late.”

I bite my lip as I respond, “I can’t wait.”

Declan Cross.

My father’s protégé and my soon-to-be new boss. He likes to think of himself as some kind of corporate hotshot Sex God who spends his days making deals in the boardroom and his nights with whatever strumpet is the flavor of the week. But really he’s more like the big brother I never had.

Though I don’t think big brothers are supposed to be that sexy and flirty.

We’d always had a very playful relationship, even if he was nearly ten years older than me. Ten years had seemed like a lifetime when I was in high school, but now that I had finished college it isn’t all that bad. He’s always been the kind of guy who put his career first, who never wanted to settle down because there was always something bigger and better on the horizon. I had lost count of the number of girls I’d seen draped on his arm a long time ago. But I never judged him for the way he acted. That’s just who he is.

He is fun to flirt with, probably because he is good at it. Really good at it. But we never let things go too far between us. Especially not after my dad got sick and passed away just before I graduated high school. His death had been unexpected, and I had been a complete wreck. Declan hadn’t hesitated to jump in and assume the role of the big brother I never had. I didn’t know it at the time, but he had been the knight in shining armor that every little girl dreams will come rescue her.

Despite the fact that I had already accepted a full ride scholarship to Harvard, I know I never would have made it to Cambridge if Declan hadn’t been there to get me through. He’d really been there for me when I needed anything, even if it was a kick in the ass to jumpstart my life again. I’d done my four years in Harvard’s business school, determined to make something of my life, determined to do something that would have made my father proud.

And now, here I am. Back home in New York City. Ready to pick up right where Daddy left off. Ready to really start my life. Ready to take on the world.

I stare at the glass tumbler sitting in front of me. It’s my own little celebration before starting my new job at the Barnes Media Group, the very same company my father started when I was just a baby.

I raise the glass and give it a long look, the melting ice shifts around inside as I do.

“Here’s to you, Daddy,” I say. And I drink the rest of what’s left. This time I cough a little as I set the glass back on the bar.

I don’t make a habit of going out to bars and drinking alone. But tonight is special because it’s the last night before starting my new job. Unfortunately I only know a grand total of two people in New York City, and both of them are busy tonight. Declan is stuck at work, and my roommate Tawny is pulling one of her night shifts at the hospital. I wasn’t about to let that get me down, though, so I decided to treat myself to a few drinks.

I’m still sitting there, tracing my finger around the rim of the glass and thinking about how my new life in the city is going to be when a guy slides onto the stool next to me. I let out a soft groan and force myself not to make eye contact with him. He could have sat anywhere in the whole bar, but he decided to sit right next to me. I already know there’s only one thing on his mind, and it’s not what I’m looking for.

“Looks like I’m in time for the show.” His voice is thick and deep, and he has a British accent that catches me completely off guard.

“What show might that be?” I ask, levelly. My eyes are still fixed on the empty glass in front of me, not wanting to give him any reason to stick around.

“A pretty girl like you sitting here alone, of course. I bet there’s going to be a line of guys trying to get your number.” He pauses for a second, then adds, “I’m going to enjoy watching you turn them all down.”

My brow furrows. A line of guys? I’ve never had a line of guys asking for my number. Ever. I’m just wearing a simple black dress and my makeup is half-assed. I’m here to have a pleasant little evening, not to find someone to take home with me.

But that accent… There’s no harm in having a little fun. I’ll play along.

I finally look up at him, and my breath hitches in my chest. He’s one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. No. He is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. I mean, he’s no Gerard Butler, but I haven’t had the chance to meet Gerard Butler… yet. But this guy will do for now.

His hair is brown, but tinged to a near blond at the tips, somehow matching his deeply tanned skin. It’s tousled and disheveled in such a way that lets me know it’s on purpose. The thin shadow of a beard wrapping its way around his tight jawline might make him look scruffy if it isn’t for that little smirk on his lips, and those sharp gray eyes that are locked onto me. They’re like two bright orbs glowing out from his dark features. His soft, white collared shirt is unbuttoned at the top, and he has a thin, black leather jacket outlining his hunky, rugged frame.

And as if his delicious British accent isn’t enough to get me in trouble by itself, the corners of his lips are just barely turned up. Like he’s got a secret he wants to share with me. Like there’s something special he knows that nobody else does. It’s deviously mysterious. And it instantly drives me wild.

Hello, Trouble.

Chapter 2

I swallow. I need to get a hold of myself.

“And what makes you so sure I’m going to turn them down?” I manage, trying to play it cool.

Those shining gray eyes of his size me up.

“You don’t look like the kind of girl that settles for second best.” He lets the words linger for a moment. Then adds, “And I haven’t asked you out yet.”

Gulp.

“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

He keeps giving me that brooding look for a few more beats. That thin, little upward turn to the corner of his lips has my heart racing a million miles a second.

“What are you drinking?” He tilts his head toward the glass in front of me.

“Scotch,” I say. “But I don’t really think it’s my thing.”

His brow rises in surprise. “Impressive. Scotch isn’t for the faint of heart. Perhaps you’ll be more of a challenge than I was expecting.”

I give him a secretive smile. “I’m full of surprises.”

“Not too full, I hope.” He leans in just a bit closer. His presence seems to grow until everything else around us fades away. “I hope there’s room to fill you up just a little bit more.”

I nibble at the edge of my lip as heat that has absolutely nothing to do with the Scotch spreads across my forehead.

“I guess that depends on what you have in mind,” I manage, my voice coming out lower than I intend.

The corners of his lips curl up just a bit further as he holds my attention. I can only imagine the devious thoughts running through his head. If they’re anything like the thoughts running through mine then I’m in for a world of trouble. And possibly a little fun, too.

“I have in mind what every guy has in mind…” he says, slowly. His eyes dip down to my lips before looking back up. I can already feel warmth and wetness spreading into the deeper, darker parts of me. “…beer.”

I give him a puzzled look. “Beer?”

His confident smirk spreads into an amused smile as he signals the bartender.

“I love beer,” he says to me, after the bartender takes his order. “Every man should love beer. But not that weak shit from those cheeky commercials—you need a beer with strength and character.”

The bartender returns with two pilsner glasses and fills them from two bottles with a label I’ve never seen before. When he sets one in front of me I’m amazed at how dark the beer is.

“I’ve never been much of a beer drinker,” I admit, giving him a dubious look.

“That’s probably because you’ve never had good beer.” He leans a little closer again, his voice lowering. “You can have all the cheap shit you want in the world and never be satisfied. It takes something special to really hit the spot.”

I lose myself in his eyes. It’s as though I can actually feel them pulling me into him, like a tractor beam.

He hands me the glass of beer and then raises his own.

“To the start of something special.”

I can’t help but smile when we clink our glasses together. The beer doesn’t taste like anything I’m used to. Not that I drank a lot when I was in Cambridge, I was mostly focused on getting good grades, but I still went to my fair share of parties. Compared to the Scotch, the beer goes down smooth and has a sweet aftertaste.

“It tastes like chocolate,” I say.

His grin widens. “It’s a double chocolate stout. A delicious treat for a delicious girl.”

I can feel myself blushing as I take another drink. The beer is heavier than I’m used to, and it doesn’t take long before I begin feeling its thickness spread throughout my body.

“I’ve never seen you around here,” he says.

“Do you know everyone that comes here?”

“I’d never forget a face as beautiful as yours.”

“Does that line work on all the ladies?”

“This is the first time I’ve tried it. I’ll have to let you know tomorrow.”

My grin spreads even wider, despite my efforts to keep it in check. I’m not looking to get into anything, but he’s very charming, and he’s sexy as hell.

“I just moved back to the city a few days ago.”

“With your boyfriend, I presume?” he asks, taking another drink of his beer.

“You’re quite a smooth talker, aren’t you?”

He gives me a look. “Why? Is it working?”

I give him a playful shrug of my shoulders. “You could be doing a lot worse.”

“I’ll take it!” he announces, raising his glass before taking another pull from it. “But you still didn’t answer my question…”

“And which question was that?”

“Is there some poor bloke pining away for you back home?”

I consider the question for a second and decide to have a little fun with him. I give him a playful look.

“Would it stop you if I did?”

“Absolutely not,” he says, his eyes flashing. “If a man is foolish enough to let you go out drinking by yourself then he doesn’t deserve you.”

My grin widens even more for a second, then I give him a serious look.

“Let’s get one thing straight, here. I just moved to town, and I’m very focused on my career. I’m not looking for anything serious.”

He clutches a hand to his heart, giving me a pained grimace. “It’s like that, is it? Just going to use me and then toss me out with the rubbish when you’re done?”

A tiny laugh escapes me. “You sound like quite the player, I’m sure you could find someone to mend your bruised ego.”

The theatrical smile on his face melts away.

“And what have I done that makes you think I’m some kind of player?”

“I’ve seen guys like you,” I say, taking another drink of my beer. It tastes better with every drink. “You talk fast and move faster. Then you’re out the door, never to be heard from again.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound like me, at all.”

I consider him for a moment.

“How long was your last relationship?”

“That depends. Are we talking about the last girl I dated or the last girl I fucked?”

Normally I would have taken slight offense if a man talked to me that way. But there’s something about his straightforward nature that is different. It’s rare to find a man so comfortable with himself that he speaks his mind plainly.

It’s not only charming, but it makes me wonder what it might feel like to run a finger down his muscular chest.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” I say. “I bet you’ve never dated just one girl at a time.”

He gives me an innocent grin that tells me he’s not innocent at all.

“You can’t hold it against me just because I haven’t found the one, yet.”

I give him a curious look.

“So you believe in true love?”

He bobs his head as he says, “I believe there’s someone out there for all of us, that one special someone that can see all your bullshit and still put up with you. If that’s not true love then I don’t know what is.”

The answer is unexpected and catches me off guard. Maybe he’s not quite the player that I thought he was? I know it shouldn’t matter, since I’m not looking for anything serious, but I can’t help wanting to know more about him.

“So you’re looking to settle down?” I ask. I take another drink of my beer, finishing it off. The warmth from it has continued to spread throughout my body, and a dull buzzing has settled in my forehead.

He gives me a fiendish smile.

“I try and settle down as much as possible.”

I bite my lip, unable to stop the explosion of images running through my head. I’ve been right all along—he is the player I thought he was. But maybe that isn’t a bad thing? It’s not like I’m looking for a serious relationship. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to bring him back to my place for a little fun? It could be a nice little way to blow off some steam before my first day at work.

Ugh, work.

I had almost forgotten that I had to be there bright and early in the morning. Declan will be expecting me, and I have to put my best foot forward if anyone at the company is going to take me seriously.

“Slow down there, Tiger.” My mouth turns into a tiny grin as I raise a hand and fake a little yawn. “It’s getting pretty late and I’ve got a big day. I better get going.” The Sexy Brit is all cool smiles as I slide off of the barstool.

And that is when the unexpected happens.

Chapter 3

My feet hit the ground and my legs wobble. I try to take a step and before I know it I’m tripping over myself, plummeting straight toward the ground. Even as I’m falling I’m already mentally preparing for the embarrassment of making a gigantic fool of myself in front of the sexiest man alive.

But I never reach the ground.

Fast as lightning, he’s off of his stool and wrapping his arms around me. The Sexy Brit pulls me tight against his body, breaking my fall and impending embarrassment. His body is solid as stone and his arms are like steel rods holding me in place. His gray eyes search me, wildly. I can see the concern in them, but for the life of me I can’t figure out why it’s there.

“Are you okay?” he asks. His voice is husky and I feel it vibrate through his chest.

I steady myself against him, regaining my balance so that I won’t fall over if he releases me. My head is buzzing and my vision is foggy as I give him an awkward smile.

“Looks like I had a little more to drink than I thought.” Damn that Scotch. “I’ll be fine.”

His eyes narrow and he studies me for another few, long moments. The longer I’m pressed against his hunky frame, the more my body realizes just how much it wants him. How long has it been since I’ve been with someone?

“I’ll be fine, really,” I say, again. I try to push those kinds of thoughts far away. They’re dangerous. Especially with this guy. “I just need to catch a cab and sleep it off.”

Slowly he lets me go and I settle fully onto my feet. That is when I realize just how much taller he is than me, and just how broad his chest is.

“You don’t need to take a cab, I’m giving you a lift home,” he says. His tone is serious, leaving no room for debate.

I shake my head. “You’re not coming home with me, I don’t even know you.”

“Shit, woman, it’s not like that,” he says, his face darkening. “I won’t be able to sleep tonight unless I know you made it home safely. I feel responsible.”

“It’s not like you got me drunk,” I say, defensively. “I can take care of myself.”

“Are you always this stubborn? Letting someone help you isn’t a sign of weakness. The weak people are the ones that think they have to do everything on their own.”

My face sags in a frown as I consider what he’s saying. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to let him give me a ride? He seems like a nice enough guy. Hell, a few minutes ago I was ready to make him take me home.

Then something occurs to me, and I let out a tiny laugh. He frowns at me, giving me a curious look.

“What is it?” he asks.

I smile up at him. “I just realized something… I don’t even know your name.”

His cheeks turn such a crimson red that I can’t help but let out another laugh.

He lets out a light chuckle from somewhere deep in his chest. I’m so close to him that I can feel it reverberate against me. It’s an honest laugh, one that isn’t afraid if it draws attention.

“And you think I’m such a player. Would a player be so star struck by a beautiful girl that he forgets to ask her name?”

Now it’s my cheeks’ turn to burn red hot. It has absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol still buzzing its way through my head. We both let out a laugh together, and I instantly feel closer to him than I’ve felt to anybody in a long time.

“My name is Isaac Drake,” he says, giving me a warm smile and holding his hand up to me.

“Hannah Barnes,” I say, putting my hand in his.

His hand is as strong as rock, but still gentle as it closes around mine.

“Well, Ms. Barnes, I’d be honored if you’d do me the privilege of letting me ensure you make it home safely, tonight.”

I consider it for a few moments, and then finally nod.

“Okay, Mr. Drake, I’ll let you take me home.” I jab a finger into his rock hard chest—I’m pretty sure it hurts me more than it hurts him. “But it’s just a ride home. There will be no funny business of any kind.” An amused smile spreads on his face and I give him a puzzled look. “What’s that look for? I’m being serious!”

His grin widens, revealing two sexy dimples in his cheeks. Where have those been all night? My heart races so hard in my chest that I almost don’t even hear what he says.

“It’s nothing. It’s just… I hope you’re comfortable riding on the back of a bike. I left the Jag at home.”

A bike?

A Jag?!

Trouble, here I come.

Chapter 4

Isaac leads me outside, and sitting right there on the curb is a sleek, expensive-looking motorcycle. Just like he’d promised. He grabs the helmet off the seat and hands it to me.

“Safety first,” he says, with a wink.

“And what about a helmet for you?” I ask.

He gives me a sexy smile and a shrug.

“Like I said, I’m not good at this whole picking-women-up thing.”

“You’re doing a pretty good job so far,” I say, giving him a fierce little smile before I pull the helmet over my head.

Isaac climbs on the bike and kicks the throttle. He revs the engine a few times, making it roar to life, then he holds his hand out to me. He steadies me as I climb onto the back of it. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his waist and nestle my head against his back. His abs feel tight and firm as I hold onto him. I can’t help but spread my legs a little wider and press myself up against him as much as possible.

I tell him where we’re going and he gives me a cocky smile.

“Hold on tight,” he says. “It’s going to be a fun ride.”

Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever ridden on the back of a bike while clutching a sexy British guy in your arms, but if you haven’t you really should. There’s just nothing quite like it.

As we pull away from the curb and go jetting through the streets of New York City I can’t help but get excited by the way the bike vibrates between my legs. I squeeze myself even tighter against him, and every once in a while he gives me a grin over his shoulder. All of the jostling and vibrating has me so turned on I don’t know what to do with myself. And by the time we turn onto my street I know I’m headed for trouble.

We pull up to the curb of my building and as we come to a stop Isaac flips the kickstand down and turns the key on the ignition. The deafening sound of the bike’s engine dies away, as do the exhilarating vibrations between my legs.

I throw my leg over the bike, climbing off of it, and pull the helmet off my head. I’m certain that my usually flowing brown hair is a complete mess. It’s an unusually clear night in the city, and Isaac’s eyes twinkle in the moonlight as he takes the helmet from me. He fixes me with that sexy, dimpled smile for what could have been an eternity.

“This is a pretty nice place,” he says, glancing past me at my building. “Now I know why you’re scared to bring a sexy guy home from the pub.”

I cock an eyebrow at him. “What makes you think I’m scared?”

He nods at the building behind me. “I’m guessing you still live with your parents? They’re pretty well off to be living in a swanky building like this.”

The world stills around me at the mention of my parents. They’re a sore subject—not exactly something I’m about to get into with a guy that I just met in a bar.

“Well, you’re wrong,” I say. “I have my own place.” I give him a defiant look, then wince. “Well, I do have a roommate, but the place is mine.”

His face darkens as he studies me. “A bloke?”

I shake my head. “It’s nothing like that. She’s an old friend of mine from high school. She needed a place to stay and I told her she could stay with me when I moved back.”

His face lightens again and he gives me a triumphant look.

“So I was right the first time…”

I frown. “What were you right about?”

He nods at the building again. “I was right that your parents must be well off. How else can a young lass like you afford a place like this?”

I feel my face darkening as I stare down at him on the bike.

“Just because a girl has a nice place doesn’t mean that it’s a gift from someone else. And I’m not all that young. Can’t a girl make it on her own in this world, or are you one of those guys that thinks we should just stay at home in the kitchen, cooking and waiting for you to come home from work?”

My heart is pounding in my chest harder than it had been before. But this time it has nothing to do with being turned on. Anger courses through me because this Isaac guy presumes to know everything about me just because of my address.

I don’t take hand-me-downs. I work hard and earn everything I get.

Isaac holds his hands up, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Easy. I meant no offense,” he says. He gives me another jovial, way-too-British smile. “Your face is so red. You’d think I just spat in your mum’s face or something.”

Finally, a tiny smile tugs at my lips. He doesn’t know it but he’s just suggested the one thing I would probably be okay with.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to turn into a psycho or anything. I’m just sensitive about certain things.”

He gives me another one of his fiendish grins, sending another wave of flitters through my chest. A tense silence passes between us as I return his smile.

“Well, thanks for being such a gentleman. Now you don’t have to toss and turn all night worrying about whether or not I was abducted by some untoward cabbie.”

I give him a wider smile, hoping he’ll appreciate the little joke I made, but the tiny smirk on his face remains serious.

“I’m not afraid of a little tossing and turning tonight,” he says, smoothly.

Ripples of desire go running deep through my center. He gives me a look that would turn any normal girl to putty in his hand. I’m sure he’s used to getting his way with girls when he looks at them like that.

“You’re trouble,” I admit.

His brow rises. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

I scoff and push him on the shoulder, playfully.

“That’s not a nice thing to tell a girl. What kind of trouble could I possibly be?”

He gives me a sinister grin.

“The best kind.” My pulse races as he holds my gaze. “…and the worst kind.”

I let out a little laugh.

“Well, you almost had me until that last part.”

“And that’s why you’re the worst kind.” His eyes narrow just a bit as he nods his head and points at me. “You’re the kind of girl that gets a guy all wrapped around her little fingers. You make him think he’s found the secrets of the entire universe bundled in his arms. And then you shatter his heart into a million tiny pieces.”

“That’s quite descriptive. You been thinking that line up for a while?”

He fixes me with a confident grin and shakes his head.

“I read you like a book.”

“Is that so?” I say. I move closer to him until I can feel the heat of his body blocking everything else out. “Well, what am I thinking right now?”

His eyes narrow some more as he studies me intently. I can’t help but feel nervous energy tingling in my fingertips as he weighs and measures me from head to toe. It’s like he’s drinking all of me in and really seeing me as a person and not just some girl he picked up at the bar. I realize that I kind of like his eyes on me. I kind of like him studying me, thinking about me. Even though I already know that nothing can come of it.

I can’t get myself locked into something serious. Not right now.

He taps a finger, thoughtfully, to his pinched lips before he responds.

“You’re wondering if you should invite me up. You’re thinking, Hey, he can’t be all that bad. He did deliver me to my doorstep safe and sound, after all. You’re thinking, What’s the harm in trusting him a bit further? He’s already here. He’s charming. And he’s sexy as hell.”

I give him a wry look.

“Is that what I’m thinking?” I say, sardonically. I hope my voice doesn’t betray just how on-the-mark he is.

“Wait, wait, I wasn’t finished,” he says, quickly. I incline my head for him to go on. “You’re thinking about inviting me up. But you won’t.” I tilt my head as to say, Oh really? He nods, more assured of himself. “You’re afraid that you’ll fall desperately in love with me. And that scares you.”

“So you’re saying I’m afraid of commitment?”

“Yes. But not for the usual reasons.” My brow rises, again. “Usually when girls are afraid of putting their hearts out there it’s because they’ve been hurt before. They’ve felt the pain of lost love, and that’s not something they want to feel again. But you’re different. There’s a strength about you. You’re afraid of commitment for some other reason.”

I incline my head again, waiting for him to go on, but he just fixes me with that sexy smile of his. Although now it’s bordering on a smirk, like he knows everything he’s just said is absolutely true.

Unfortunately for me, what he’s said is much closer to the truth than I’m comfortable admitting. I don’t know how he’s sized me up so easily, but he has, better than anyone’s ever done before.

“You’re an interesting man, Mr. Isaac Drake.”

“I’m a lot more than interesting.”

The corner of his lip turns up just a little bit more, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Heat rushes down between my legs and I know I have to leave now if I want any hope of escaping him at all.

I give him a soft smile. “Thanks again for the ride,” I say.

His face is soft as his gray eyes sparkle up at me. He doesn’t say anything in return and I’m left feeling awkward, wondering what to do. My body is telling me all kinds of things I shouldn’t be listening to. It’s a struggle to battle them down.

Still, Isaac was kind enough to see me home safely.

He’s charming.

And he is definitely sexy as hell.

I give him another soft smile and lean in to give him a hug. His strong arms wrap around me like they did when he caught me at the bar. Every muscle in his chest is hard as it ripples against my body. He squeezes me tight and I sense what I can only describe as a low, animalistic growl rumbling through his chest. It’s raw and carnal and I my heart races in response. I pull away from him. I need to get away. I need to make a clean break before I end up doing something I told myself I wouldn’t do.

But I hesitate.

His arms are still wrapped around my waist when his eyes find mine. Their sparkle has wilted into primal hunger and I feel myself melting into him.

The next few minutes are a blur.

Our lips mash together, hungrily. His tongue dips in and out of my mouth and my tongue greets it, wanting to taste every inch of it. The chocolate stout still lingers on his breath, and its sweetness spurs me on. His hands slide down my back until they’re clutching my ass. My black dress rides up a little as Isaac pulls me tight against his body. I can feel his hands exploring my ass cheeks as his tongue delves in and out of my mouth and it doesn’t bother me one single bit.

When we finally break apart I’m breathless and panting. His gray eyes hold my gaze as I run my fingers through his messy, brown hair.

“Are you sure you don’t need an escort to your door?”

I shrug. And with that shrug, every walled defense inside of me crumbles away.

“It might not be a bad idea,” I say.

“It’s late. I couldn’t live with myself if I came all this way and then something happened to you as you walked up to your apartment.”

My eyes narrow to thin slits as I nod my head in agreement.

“You’re right. It would be a shame if anything happened on the way up to my place.”

The growl that rolls through his chest is enough to let me know exactly what he’s thinking.