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know why he thought he’d find something or someone out there, but I was itching to move from where I stood.

After another minute, he came back into my room. “All right, got your shoes in the bathroom. You need to put ’em on because there’s glass in the hall even though your door was half-closed.”

“You’re joking,” I muttered.

He shook his head and stepped in front of me, glass crunching under his boots. “Ready?”

“For what?” I asked.

He grinned. “Gonna pick you up. Here we go.”

His hands gripped my hips and my hands shot to his shoulders. I ducked my head at both doorways whether I needed to or not, I didn’t know. He set me on the bathmat and turned to close the lid on the toilet.

“Shoes. You vacuum the glass, I’m gonna check for plywood to board that up. Doubt I’ve got any, but need to check. If I have to go to the hardware store, you’re coming with me.”

My brows furrowed, but he left me alone in the bathroom.

I put my shoes on and found he’d left the vacuum in the hall outside my room. After twenty minutes of vacuuming, it seemed the glass was gone.

As I wound the cord around the machine, Har leaned in my doorway. “Got no plywood big enough for that window. We’re gonna have to hit the store. Put on some clothes.”

His eyes scanned my body and stopped on my legs. “Jesus, Stephanie! What the fuck? Do you know you’re bleeding?”

I looked down to see some blood trickling down my leg. I jutted my leg out, but before I could pluck the shard of glass from the area just above my knee, he swatted my hand away.

“Don’t you dare, woman. I’ll get some tweezers and the first aid kit. Go sit on the couch.”

I went to the couch and nearly laughed when I saw him enter the room with a huge white metal case in hand.

“That has to be the biggest first aid kit I’ve ever seen man.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “My guess is you’ve seen them this big; they’re usually mounted on the wall in offices.”

He put the box on the coffee table and opened it up, pulled out some gauze, alcohol wipes, and band aids. Using a pair of tweezers he’d carried in his other hand, he took out the glass shard.

His green eyes gazed up at me. “You didn’t even feel that while you were vacuuming and shit?”

I shook my head. “Thinking my brain was preoccupied with why a brick came sailing through my window. Did you find anything when you scoped out the house?”

He gently wiped the area with an alcohol pad, making me hiss. “Sorry about that, honey. And no, I didn’t find anything. Could be dumbass teenagers, or something else. What’d you do with the brick?”

“It’s on my nightstand. I touched it as little as possible so the cops can do their thing with it.”

His head jerked up at me. His eyes alight with that weird curiosity. “Stephie. I’m an outlaw. We aren’t hard-core, but I don’t rely on the cops to get to the bottom of my problems. Especially not shit like this. It’s either a teenager who’s doin’ this shit for no good reason, or it might be a teen who’s snooping on you, which will piss me the fuck off, or it’s something else. Bottom line, I’m not callin’ the cops for this shit.”

“Oh,” I said in a small voice.

He put a bandage on my leg and gave it a pat. “You’re all set. Now put on some clothes, and I’m not kidding you need better pajamas. Those leave nothing, and I do mean nothing, to a man’s imagination, baby. We’ve got to hit the hardware store before they close.”

“Aye-aye, Har,” I muttered, standing.

He smacked my ass and I gasped.

“Don’t be a smart-ass, Stephanie.”

Har

HE JUST HAD TO SMACK that ass. And he shouldn’t have. The fire in her eyes went straight to his dick. Which meant when he smiled at her, it held an extra note of satisfaction resulting in her cute growl.

To make his dick stand down, he thought about sleeping on the couch. She would be in his bed, because even if they found plywood for the window, he wouldn’t have her sleeping in that room.

He expected her to take longer, but she sauntered out of the hallway in no time.

“Ready to go when you are.”

“Let’s hit it,” he said, and led her out of the house.

His truck might be banged-up and old, but it had a working key fob allowing him to unlock the doors as they walked down the drive. He glanced at Stephanie as they approached their respective doors and wondered why she was biting back a smile. The moment he opened his door, he knew.

He stood in the open door of his truck for a moment while she buckled in. Then he got in, buckled, and closed his door with a heavy sigh.

He glared at Stephanie. “Do you know the number one rule in the South?”

Her hazel eyes widened at him. “No, I can’t say that I do.”

He reached over and grabbed the back of her neck giving her a gentle squeeze. “You never fuck with a man’s truck.”

A devious grin spread on her face. “Then you should’ve learned the first rule of every biker, baby. You never fuck with her bike.”

He rolled down the windows and reached under his seat. With the offending can of scent in hand, he lobbed it out onto his driveway. He turned back to her. “Didn’t think you had money to burn, Combes.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t, but that’s all right. As long as it doesn’t rain, I can put that in my room instead.”

He shook his head and focused on getting them to the store.

“WOW, THAT IS SOME BLANKET,” Stephanie said when he returned to the living room after his shower. “But I won’t need it. I get hot at night and heavy blankets aren’t my

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