Page 67 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

I didn’t know how long we stood there, her forehead resting against my chest, my hand cradling the back of her head like she was fragile… precious.

Too long.

Not long enough.

Finally, she sighed and pulled back, her arms slipping away from where they’d lightly gripped my shirt.

The night air had a bite to it, but she was still flushed, her hair slightly mussed from where I’d touched it.

I didn’t let myself think about that.

“Let me take you home,” I said.

She hesitated.

Her instinct was always to resist. I knew that about her now.

Knew that even when she needed someone, even when she wanted to lean, she’d rather chew glass than admit it.

But tonight, she was tired. And maybe a little bit drunk.

She let out a breath, shoulders deflating. “Yeah. Okay.”

I stepped back, just enough to let her move first, and walked her to my truck.

She slid into the passenger seat without a word.

The drive to The Foundry was quiet, the kind of quiet that wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but wasn’t easy, either.

Her fingers tapped against her thigh in a restless rhythm.

I wanted to reach out, still them. Instead, I gripped the wheel tighter.

Pulling up to the back entrance, I cut the engine.

“Oh,” she said with a soft smile. “You meantyourhome.”

“Is that okay? No one else is in…”

She hesitated again, her gaze flicking up to the windows above us.

I could see the push and pull happening in real time, and I got it.

Things were complicated.

But there was no way she could ignore the heat between us. It’d been there since day one.

Finally, she nodded. “Yeah. That’s okay.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and got out, coming around to her side just as she opened her door.

She climbed down, a little unsteady on her feet, and I didn’t think twice before reaching for her, my hand settling against the small of her back.

She stiffened for half a second, then relaxed into it.

Didn’t pull away.

Didn’t make some smart-ass remark about how she didn’t need my help.

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