“Where are we?” “My crib.” I sucked in a breath. “Well, then, why am I here?” “Because it’s late, and I’m tired as fuck. I haven’t slept in two days,” he said, making me wonder why, “and I’m not going to get much of it tonight if I spend it worrying about someone kicking in your door.” I twiddled my thumbs as I responded quietly, “I would have been fine at another motel.” “And you’ll be even safer with me, so come on.” He climbed out of the car, leaving me no chance to argue.
