Page 105 of The Kings of Kearny

“Can’t you just follow the GPS tracker on my car?”

He met my gaze. “Not unless there’s another emergency. I’d rather you give me the information on your own.”

I sighed. He didn’t make this any easier by being so goddamn decent. “I’ll text it to you.”

He nodded. “And you’ll call if anything feels off or you run into trouble?”

“They live in a quaint little town in the middle of nowhere. I doubt there’ll be trouble.”

He raised his brows. “With your track record, anything is possible.”

I shook my head. “You just can’t help but push my buttons.”

He lowered his head and looked at me beneath his eyelashes, heat sparking in his eyes. “I like pushing your buttons, remember?”

Oh, I remembered. He liked it because of how I reacted. If I stayed down here much longer, he might even get the reaction out of me he wanted. It was a struggle to keep my eyes on his and not ogle him like the horny teenager he turned me into.

“You have two weeks,” he said.

My confusion helped clear some of the fog from my thoughts. “Two weeks?”

He nodded in response and then went back to beating up the punching bag. I frowned at him. Guess he was done talking. I had two weeks until what? The way he said it sounded like he was threatening me.

I probably should have been afraid.

I wasn’t.

God help me, I was excited to find out what he would do when my two weeks were up.

Chapter Twenty-Five

“Ihate hospitals,”Gran said beside me.

“Since when?” I asked. As far as I knew, she’d never been admitted to one. She had both her kids at home, and Grandpa died in his sleep. The only time I could even remember her being in one was when I—Oh.

“Since you,” she said, elbowing me in the ribs.

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