Yes, he knew he sounded like an idiot, repeating what she said. But he couldn’t stop himself.

“Yes.”

“Not without me, you aren’t,” he told her firmly.

“Good. You can drive.” She held out her key to him. “Let’s go.”

“We can’t just go.”

“Why not?” she asked. “Who is going to stop us?”

“I’m going to stop you,” he told her firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Her lower lip started to tremble.

Uh-uh. Nope. He was not falling for that.

They were not going out and that was that.

Tobias parkedin front of a nondescript building and stared out the windshield at it. “You wanna go here?”

“Yep. Here.” She undid her belt and reached for her door handle.

He shot out his arm and placed it over her chest. “Wait there. You know the rules.”

Immy sighed and he shot her a firm look. He wasn’t putting up with any sass. Somehow, she’d gotten him to agree to bring her to this bar for a drink. But that did not mean that she got to be in charge.

“Before we go in, there are a few rules.”

Immy groaned and banged her head against the headrest. “For a badass, you sure do like rules. Aren’t badassess badasses because they don’t play by the rules?”

“Not sure that made sense. And badasses can have rules, for the sassy girls they’re charged with protecting.”

“I am not sassy. I’m sweet! Sweet, darn it.”

He had to hide his grin. She was glaring at him like he’d told her that she couldn’t have Twizzlers for a week. Something, he’d learned, she did not take well.

“You’re very sweet,” he told her in a quiet voice.

She grunted. “Darn right I’m sweet. Like sugar. I’d give you cavities if you had too much of me.”

He’d risk it.

“There’re still rules.”

She groaned. “All right. Hit me with them.”

“You stay next to me at all times.”

“Are any of these rules going to be different from the normal rules? Because I remember them.”

“What are they?”

“Don’t move more than an arm’s length away from you. If I have to go to the toilet, you need to check it first. No taking anything from anyone but you. No opening my own door. No getting out of the car until you tell me. And, basically, I have to do whatever you say.”

“Good. Can see we’re on the same page.”

He got out and glanced around. This was not the safest looking neighborhood.