"I think it’s hilarious actually." Shooting him a quick grin, I murmured, "I’ll explain in the car."
His dark stare told me without a word thatdamn straightI’d be explaining in the car.
"Good thing it’s a long ride home," I mused. "We’ve got some sharing to do."
Though he snorted, he just curved his hand around my arm and guided me out of the restroom.
Thankfully, no one was there to witness us departing together. I wouldn’t have minded normally, but because we were smuggling something out that the MC might not be happy about, I was grateful for the reprieve.
We said farewell to the hosts, Link shaking Aidan’s hand while I kissed Lily on the cheek. She’d talked to me about her new position working for the foundations Rachel, Rex’s Old Lady, had started, and I’d offered to help out where I could.
We parted as friends, but that didn’t stop me from releasing a heavy sigh as soon as we were heading for my car.
Except…
"You boxed me in," I groused the second I saw how he’d parked his goddamn tank of an SUV. The new model of 'city-chic armored vehicle' made his old car look swank.
"Bet your ass I did," Aidan retorted. "We’ll ride home in mine. Lucas will arrange for someone to collect your car tomorrow."
"Cade’s still too sick to drive?"
"Let’s put it this way, Lucas will need to sanitize the interior once they get back to the city."
My nose crinkled, but all I asked was, "Do Lily and Link mind if we leave the car here?"
"No. I squared it with them earlier. Whichever guard Lucas sends will collect your cat too."
My mouth rounded. "Shit, I forgot about the cat."
Aidan rolled his eyes. "This is a disaster waiting to happen. I bet I end up feeding the little fucker."
"I managed not to kill Teabag."
Though that was a long ass time ago.
My lips curved as we rounded the SUV with my elbow in his grip, and after he opened the door and helped me up then leaned in and fastened my seatbelt for me, I watched him head back to the driver’s seat.
It was ridiculously archaic to have him open doors and fasten my seatbelt for me, but I loved every fucking moment of his chivalry.
I was as much of a feminist as any woman—hell, I went above and beyond in some instances—but we really were missing out with all this BS.
No, I didn’t need a man to do anything for me, but that he was foreshadowing my movements, his complete and utter attention aimed at me, the only one suffering from inequality there was him.
Not me.
The thought sent a shiver rushing down my spine.
Power. Not just any power though—an intrinsically feminine power over a man who’d told me he’d destroy New York City for me.
Goddammit, who needed porn when you had a man who’d promise youthat?
He opened the door, bringing with him the scent of gas from the driveway where a couple of bikers had just driven off, lingering notes from the bonfire out back, and then him.
Aidan.
My husband.
The mobster who was going to tell me all the Points’ dirty little secrets.