I back away, heading toward the kitchen once again, and he follows me.
"Is that all I get?" I sigh out, not sure if I even have the right to be prying.
"It's sort of a personal thing that you'd probably never understand. So, you hungry?" he asks as I pull out a prepackaged salad.
"Very, you?" I ask, checking my fridge for more.
"In more ways than one, but if you've got another salad, that will do," he says far too seductively. "Or we can go back to my place and I can make you something before you go to work."
I lean back while shaking my head, feeling my damp hair starting to seep through my shirt. Crap. I really wish I wasn't standing here with wet hair right now.
"Actually, they canceled work. A girl I work with was snatched from the diner last night just before she closed up. Wade is pretty upset, and he's not opening the place back up for a few days."
His eyes widen. "I haven't even heard about that. Shit. You've been closing."
"I know. It freaked me out a little, but I'm just worried about her right now."
; "You're sure as hell not closing by yourself anymore. I don't care if I have to sit in there for your entire shift."
I bite back a smile, wondering how he can care so much when he barely knows me.
Without over thinking it, I drop the salad and jerk his lips to mine, feeling his immediate response trying to burst free from his pants as he moans into my mouth. Gripping my ass, he picks me up, forcing my legs to rise and straddle his waist as he starts carrying me to the bedroom once again.
I gasp as he drops me to the bed and then falls between my parted legs. He turns his phone off and then tosses it to the ground while smiling.
"No interruptions this time," he says with a devious grin.
My lower lip slides between my teeth as my anticipation builds, and he slowly runs his finger under the waistband of my pants.
A loud, obnoxious banging rattles us out of our moment, and his head drops to his chest.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he growls.
"Why did you tell your friends where I live?" I huff as he stands to go answer the intruder.
"Because I'm stupid like that," he grumbles on his way to the door. "I swear I'm not leaving this time."
I flop down, waiting to hear why they have to have him right away, when suddenly Frankie's ashen face is in my room.
"What the hell?" I panic, and Kane quickly follows in behind him.
"Alyssa, come on. We've got to go. Your mom is missing."
My heart slaps my chest, my head spins, and I get dizzy and nauseated at once.
"I'll come with you," Kane quickly interjects while scooping up his shoes.
"Sorry, but you can't. This is family only right now," Frankie vaguely counters.
More like magic only. Shit. Mom, where are you?
"Yeah, let me grab my stuff. I'll meet you outside."
Kane looks so torn about what to do as I rush around to grab some stuff and throw it in a bag.
"Alyssa, please let me come help you out. I can be there for you when you have to talk to the cops.”