“Babe.” I squinted through the light, the outline of someone standing over me slowly coming into focus. “Hey.”
Kit brushed my hair away from my face and I cleared my throat. “Hey, you’re back.”
I felt the bed dip behind me and looked over to see Wreck pick up a sleeping Del and give a quick chin lift to his president before exiting the room. Kit walked over and closed the door behind him stripping off his cut, shirt and jeans, leaving him in a sexy pair of boxer briefs that instantly woke my slumbering body.
“Don’t look at me like that with those sexy hooded eyes, I just want to lay down for a little before I have to get up and sort shit for the day.” He climbed in the bed next to me. I rolled, tucking my face into his neck and throwing my arm over his torso.
“What’s the time?” I asked as my eyes drifted closed again.
“‘Bout six.”
“Did you only just get in?”
“Yeah, babe. Had some trouble with the local law.” He chuckled causing my head to bobble on his chest. I leaned over him, propping myself up over his chest.
“I fail to see the hilarity in that situation. Would you like to let me in on this joke?”
He sighed. “Met with Daniel Ashley last night, downtown at one of our strip clubs.”
I shot up. “You what?”
“It’s okay, Harm. We just needed to have words so we both knew where we each stood on the matter.” He touched my arm softly, but I moved away getting off the bed and pacing the room. Just the sound of the guy’s name made my emotions run wild. I was angry and scared all at once.
“So…”
He sat up, shuffling back against the headboard and scrubbing his hand down his face in frustration. “Harmony, I just want to rest for a little bit. I’ve been up all night dealing with this asshole’s bullshit.”
“No. This involves me, Kit. Tell me what happened.” I folded my arms across my chest and stared him down. He had the nerve to smirk at me and I narrowed my eyes even more.
“You look good in my shirt,” he said casually, his eyes studying me.
“Kit.”
He rolled his eyes. “Christ woman, okay.”
Kit explained to me what had happened at the strip club. Daniel had offered him money in exchange for me and Kit had refused. I knew he was leaving a lot of the story out. I wanted to hear it all without the baby gloves he was trying to hold me with.
“What are you not telling me?”
“Do you trust me?” he countered. I was surprised for a second and just stood there, not able to form any type of response. He waited for a minute before getting off the bed and walking around to me. “You need to trust me, Harm.”
“I’m trying.”
“Then try harder,” he groaned, obviously frustrated. “I’m putting my ass out on the line, my club’s ass—”
I pushed him out of my space. “I never asked you to. You claimed me,remember!”
He scoffed. “Yeah, I fucking remember. Because you’ve given me hell for it since the moment I did.”
I glared at him. “I didn’t fucking ask for this, Kit.”
“No, but if you can’t have faith in me to keep you safe –”
“I did,twice. And look what happened!” I pointed to my shoulder, knowing that I was rubbing in his face his failure, but the words just flowed out like a waterfall, my brain refusing to filter it.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled at his hair. “Go on, Harmony, tell me how you really feel.”
“Maybe I should just go. Then you and your club won’t have to deal with my problems.” I turned to walk away, but a rough hand gripped my wrist tightly.