Page 36 of Ghost's Obsession

Hearing that makes my blood boil. “I’m sorry he hurt you, but you need to know that when you’re with me, you’re safe.”

“I feel like we should take turns standing watch or something.”

This woman is tearing my heart out. “I have perimeter security alarms. Plus, we will have four prospects on site tonight. Trust me to take care of you until my club can hunt this fucker down.”

She sighs, and her shoulders finally relax the rest of the way. “Okay, I’ll try not to be scared. Truth be told, I’m tired of being scared and always looking over my shoulder. It’s mentally exhausting.”

When we get to my house, I can see the prospects patrolling all four sides of my house. Patch and Evan come running up to me as we get out of my vehicle. I roll my eyes at Patch and ask, “What in the hell are you doing out here patrolling my house? Don’t you have patients to see or something?”

He grins, and it’s both big and genuine. “Nope. It’s my day off. Plus, I have another doctor in my practice to cover nighttime emergencies. Now that I finally have a life, I don’t want to waste all my time working.”

Heather smiles at him. “Nice to see you again, Dr. Patch.”

“You too, Heather. Are you feeling better?”

She perks up, and her hand goes to her stomach. “Yeah, the meds you gave me made the nausea go away almost completely. I’ve been eating and drinking okay.”

“Attagirl. Glad the meds worked out for you. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

I put my arm around her and say, “Let’s get inside so they can get back to their assignment.” Turning to the prospects, I remind them, “There is water, soda, and juice in the mini fridge in the detached garage, as well as a coffee pot. Help yourself to whatever snacks you find there as well. I’ll make you all breakfast in the morning.”

Evan does an about-face and heads in that direction. We say our goodbyes to Patch and slip into the house. I immediately give my house a walk-through, checking to make sure all the deadbolts are locked on all the doors, and each window is shut.

I head down to the basement and load up several weapons and lay them neatly across a long table. Heather watches me pick up two rifles and carry them upstairs. She’s been quietly following me around, I guess to get a feeling for my security setup. She watches everything I do with big eyes.

I can see the guilt gnawing at her. This woman is carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. She’s facing an adversary that she can’t hope to protect herself from but is worried that she’s somehow dragging the club into something they might not be able to handle.

But she’s wrong. Protecting her is not a burden. It’s a duty and a fuckin’ privilege.

I put the rifles beside my bed and sit on the comfortable mattress with her in my lap.

“Are you aware that we do this all the time?”

Gazing up at me, her expression turns embarrassed. “What, fight off crazy, unhinged men?”

“Yeah, most of the old ladies came seeking protection, and we give it every single time.”

“Brittany didn’t,” she shoots back.

“Wanna bet? She had a deranged religious cult leader on her tail. Tusk went all the way to Alaska to rescue her.”

“Oh wow, I remember her saying she was traumatized. I never thought I would be from something like that.”

“Carnage is a tough guy when it comes to beating up women. When it comes to mixing it up with men, not so much. I heard from my club brothers that when he used to be in the Legion back in the day, he targeted young prospects and relied on manipulation to do his dirty work. That sounds like someone that could take me in a fair fight?”

“No. You could definitely take him in a fair fight. The problem with Jerry Masters is that he hardly ever fights fair.”

Fisting my hand in her hair, I tug her head back to look into her eyes. “Then, I’ll just have to outsmart him. Do you think I can manage that?”

She nods slightly, and then her eyes drop down to my lips. That’s all it takes for me to kiss her, fast and hard. She melts under my touch, making my cock jump to attention. I can tell the moment she realizes I am hard because she makes herselfcomfortable on it. Her gentle movements make me ache to be inside her.

I pull back and rest my forehead against hers. “Just do what I say and let me protect you from whatever he throws our way.”

Her mouth tightens, and a stubborn little crease shows up between her brows. It would be cute if it wasn’t evidence that she didn’t like what I was telling her. “I can also protect myself. I don’t need to sit on the sidelines and let you take all the risk.”

“There’s only one problem with that.”

Her chin tips up stubbornly, and she snaps, “There’s no problem. I’m not made of glass. I’ve been taking care of myself my whole life.”

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