“Thanks,” I called to them.
Slash began to pull me toward the direction of the stairs.
“Uh, Slash?” I asked, tugging on his shirt.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I can go back to sleep.”
He dropped my hand and then placed his palm on the small of my back, urging me up the stairs. “We’re not going back to sleep in your apartment. You’re packing an overnight bag and we’re getting a hotel room.”
“That seems kind of ridiculous,” I said. “Can’t we just go to the clubhouse and stay in your room?”
“No.”
“Why not?” I demanded.
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer,” I huffed. I took a step away from him, but he quickly grasped my hand and hauled me back into his arms.
“There’s a party going on at the clubhouse, and it’s still raging. There are some things we need to discuss in private, and I want to do it while we’re in a king-sized bed where my feet don’t hang off the end.”
I tilted my head back to look at him. “What things do we need to discuss?”
He leaned down and brushed a kiss across my lips. “Things.”
* * *
“Your credit card must be tired,” I said as Slash unlocked the hotel room.
“Nah, it’s fine.” He pushed the door open and let me walk in first. The room was a deluxe suite and Slash hadn’t even asked the price.
He dropped my overnight bag onto the king-sized bed and then reached for me. “What do you want? Food? Sleep?”
“Yes,” I said with a laugh.
He stared down at me, his eyes melting with warmth. “I like hearing you laugh.”
I swallowed, feeling the moment settle between us.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“For what?”
“For taking care of me,” I said simply. “For having people to call when my bakery gets vandalized.”
“Don’t thank me for that,” he said quietly. “It’s what I’m here for.”
I sighed. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”
He smiled slightly. “I’ve got a little handbook I carry with me wherever I go. It tells me how to calm females in the wild.”
“Ridiculous.” I snuggled up against his chest, having no desire to move.
His fingers threaded through my hair. “I’m glad I was there tonight.”
My breath hitched, thinking about being upstairs in my apartment. Alone. What if this had been months from now and it was just the baby and me?