Page 66 of Fix You

“This is aboutmeandmytrauma. It doesn’t have a damn thing to do about you.”

Rafe’s head jerked back like my words had struck him. After a moment of staring at me in disbelief, he said, “I’m sorry, Maeve.”

“Good. Now get out of my fucking way so I can try to be like a normal twenty-two-year-old for once.”

“Why exactly are you planning to do tonight?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I plan to be young and carefree. I plan to let a hot guy take me out on the dance floor. I plan to let him put his hands and mouth on my body.”

Rafe’s jaw clenched. “Fucking hell,” he gritted out.

“Satisfied?”

He shook his head. “With those reasons and that dress, I sure as hell can’t let you go out by yourself.”

“You’re not stopping me.”

“No, I’m coming with you.”

My mouth dropped open. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“In that outfit, you don’t need a babysitter–you need a fucking army of bodyguards,” he grunted.

Even through my anger and frustration, his words sent desire spreading through me. I hadn’t chosen the outfit for him, nor had I imagined him seeing me in it. But I liked it garnered such a strong reaction from him.

I liked it a lot.

“So, what’s it going to be?”

“Like you’re even giving me a choice. If I don’t agree, you’ll rat me out to my brothers, and if I do agree, I’m stuck with you.”

“Sounds like you have a choice to me.”

As I glared at him, I knew I couldn’t back down. I’d had this plan for months. I couldn’t allow him to get me off course. “Fine,” I grumbled.

After I slid across the seat, Rafe dropped down beside me. “46 Commonwealth Avenue,” he instructed the driver.

The driver frowned as he turned around. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to go to 38 Trinity Place?”

Glaring at Rafe, I replied, “I do.”

He shook his head. “We’re going toBandiaat 46 Commonwealth Avenue.”

My eyes popped wide at the name. “You want me to go to my brothers’ club?”

“They aren’t there tonight.”

“I don’t care. It’s stilltheirclub.”

“If you insist on doing this, we’re going to do it where I know you’ll be safe.”

“The whole point of this was to be able to forget who I was and lose my inhibitions. How can I do that knowing my brothers’ men are around?”

“It’s my way or no way,” Rafe growled.

With a roll of my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Bastard,” I huffed.

The driver stared open-mouthed at us until Rafe pronounced. “46 Commonwealth Avenue.”

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