Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

Even as I thought that, I realized I had a blanket half covering me, like it had fallen down when I had jolted awake.

I hadn’t put a blanket on when I’d sat down.

I would have, if there had been a blanket around.

But there wasn’t.

So it wasn’t like he’d just seen a blanket and a woman who might have been cold, and covered her. No. He’d gone out of his way to find a blanket, then cover me.

Those were green flags all over the place.

They were marriage material actions.

Not that I was thinking of Remy in that way.

He was just a good guy who was helping me out.

Except, of course, even as I thought that, I had a sneaking suspicion it might be more than that.

“You sure you’re okay?” Remy asked for the third time as I followed him to the door, so I could lock it behind him.

“I’m sure,” I told him, even if every part of me wanted someone around to fuss over me. That was just my pain and exhaustion and fear talking. I would get over it.

“Okay. You have my cell. I am going to stick your car in the garage on my way out. We can’t have that sitting out in the open. I will leave the keys in it.”

“Okay.”

“But since Teddy did stock the place, can you try not to run out without speaking to me first?” he asked, reaching up to rub a hand across the back of his neck.

And I did not watch the way that movement made the muscles in his arm flex. Nope. Because that would have been crazy.

“I won’t go anywhere without permission,” I told him. “You need to get some sleep,” I added, noticing the heaviness to his eyelids.

“You too. But don’t forget to set the code before you pass out, okay?” he demanded.

“I won’t forget.” I was too scared to forget.

“Call me if anything feels weird. Anything.”

“And then you’ll kidnap me and hold me hostage?” I asked, shooting him a tired smile.

“Yeah, babe, then I’ll commence Stockholm Syndrom’ing you.”

“Perfect. Goodnight, Remy.”

“Goodnight, Lark,” he said, his hand starting to rise, then falling down at his side. “Lock the door.”

With that, he was gone.

And after I locked the door and set the alarm, I really only had one thing on my mind.

What, exactly, had he been about to do with that hand?

CHAPTER SEVEN

Remy

I got shitty sleep.