Page 26 of Cold Foot Revenge
The cool rage on Dylan’s face was something she’d never witnessed before on a human. It brought chills up her spine. He nodded, his eyes ice cold on hers, unblinking.
There was a heaviness to him that she hadn’t felt before. It felt like when she was in Crew meetings with all the big dominant bruins, and it struck her.
This was why. Dylan wasn’t lashing out or throwing shit. He wasn’t loud. His anger was heavy, and quiet, and promised revenge.
That would be exactly what the Grit-Bron Crew would’ve been looking for, back when they were building their numbers.
They needed enforcers.
She didn’t know why they’d thought he would be controllable, but she would pay attention now.
Dylan felt huge for a human when he was angry, and even inside of her, the coyote shrank and wanted nothing to do with him.
Huh.
Interesting.
“I really have to go to work,” she said. “They’ll wonder why I’m late.”
“Are you good there?” he asked.
“I can do whatever I want to,” she said defensively.
“No, I mean are you safe?”
She shrugged. “Safe enough, I guess. I can take care of myself.”
Dylan ran his hand down his short beard and looked off to the side, inhaled deeply. “Can I have your number?”
“I can’t date anyone. I’m not good at that kind of stuff right now. I won’t ever be good for that stuff.”
“That’s not why I’m asking for it.”
“Then why?”
“So, you have someone to call in case you ever need anything.”
She searched his eyes, but there was no fear there. Only resolve. Only confidence. “Helping me would only get you killed. I’m serious. I think you should go back to Wreck’s Mountains before the Crew figures out you’re here. Grave and Leech don’t like missing marks, and you were the only one they fucked up. The Rabbit Hole is doing well for them. They get a huge cut from it. They have Turn Doses. I’ve seen them.”
“Where do they keep them?” he asked cooly.
“Grave’s house.”
“You’re a watcher, aren’t you?” he asked.
“A watcher and a grenader.”
“Mmm.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You want to ream me before you leave, so you can feel good about it?”
And she thought about it. Her emotional meltdown had drained her, and already she was thinking about so much. Already she wanted to change things about herself. Not to please him or any man…but to please herself.
So, instead of poking at him, and hunting for a reason to get angry with him, she closed the distance between them and stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
He stood frozen for a three-count and then softened and slowly eased her back against her car. He angled his face the other way and took control of the kiss, and inside her mind, Roxy melted into the blissful silence.
What did it mean that a man could quiet all of her thoughts. That he could settle her demons. That he could make her feel safe like this?
His hand gripped her waist, then the back of her hair as he dragged his biting kisses down the side of her throat to her collar bone. He sucked there and a groan escaped her. God, this man knew how to touch her.
