Page 34 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

“I pay my own way. And don’t you forget it.”

I can’t help it, I grin.

“Fine. We’ll work that out later. For now, how ‘bout I drive you home?”

She pauses, eyes flicking to my truck, then down the empty street.

It’s a seven-minute drive, tops.

But walking? Alone? In the cold?

A breeze rustles her curls, and she shivers, her arms wrapping tighter around herself.

“Come on. I’ll be good,” I offer, voice low, coaxing.

She raises a brow. “Oh yeah? You promise not to get all stabby with me on the way home?”

I freeze.

Then she grins, wicked and radiant.

And I swear, that smile? It knocks me right on my ass.

“I swear, I won’t get all stabby,” I say, using her word.

“A likely story,” she mutters.

“Arliss, I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

She eyes me like she doesn’t quite believe me.

It’s not because she thinks I’m dangerous. Arliss doesn’t know what I am. Yet.

But she is trying to sum me up, and I can’t wait to hear what comes out of her mouth next.

“I bet you say that to all your victims,” she teases.

I smirk. “Nah. Just you, Mo Chroí.”

That gives her pause. Just a flicker.

Then I nod toward the truck. “Come on. The heater’s on. It’s warm. And you’ll be safe. I promise.”

And I mean that.

Because Arliss Deniro isn’t someone I intend to fuck around with and leave.

She’s so much bigger than that.

This woman is important to me and my Bull.

So, yeah.

I promise her everything I have, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Chapter Seven-Arliss

The drive to my place is short.

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