One side of Turner’s mouth tips up. “Because you’re moving in with me.”
“Temporarily?” I don’t even try to hide the hopeful note in my voice.
Turner’s mouth tips down in a frown that borders on a scowl. It’s kind of adorable, but I don’t think now is the time to mention it. “No,” he grunts. “Permanently. It’s part of lockdown.”
I narrow my eyes at him because he looks far too pleased with himself. I’m not sure I trust it.
“It’s part of lockdown?” I deepen my voice, mocking his words and all he does is smile in return. Damn it.
If only I didn’t find his smile so damn sexy. It would be much easier to resist him if that were the case.
But here I am, unsure of whether Sylvester has been in Dogwood Ridge, unsure about how safe I really am, and all I can think about is climbing him like a tree. It’s really not fair what this man does to me.
My man.
My biker.
“I am not living with you in the clubhouse.” Thankfully, my voice comes out sounding strong and sure instead of pouty and whiney. It’s a win and I’m taking it.
An indulgent smile stretches across Turner’s face, and my eyes turn into slits as I look up at him. “Not in the clubhouse, no.”
I blink at him a few times, replaying his words and wondering what the fuck he’s talking about. I’m exasperated as I ask, “What does that even mean, Turner?”
His hold on the strands of my hair loosens and then his hands grip my hips and pull me flush against his chest. I love feeling the hardness of his body against my softness. It reminds me of just how strong he is.
I love it.
I love him.
My heart does a strange stutter-flip in my chest as the realization fills me.
I’ve fallen in love with him. When did that even happen?
Was it when he was taking care of me and putting me first? Was it when he was watching me like he was learning something precious? Was it when he rushed to my side because he thought I was in danger?
Or was it the first moment I looked into his gray eyes?
“Pack your things,” he tries again. “If you have more than can fit in Dolly’s car, I’ll send some of my brothers for whatever is left.”
“First you need to explain how you want to put me on lockdown, which means behind the gates of the club compound, but I won’t be living in the clubhouse,” I insist.
“I have a house on club land,” he explains easily as if this is information I already had.
But I don’t think it was. Did I know that? Damn it, I’m not even sure and I can’t think straight.
“You have a house on club land?” I’m sure I sound confused and stupid, but I can’t help it.
This morning as been a lot and I think my brain is about to short circuit.
Turner must be able to read that I’m on the verge of losing control of my emotions because his hands tighten their grip as he tucks his chin down against his chest, his eyes intense and demanding my focus. “I have a home, on club land. I had it built a few years ago because sometimes I need to get away from my brothers.”
He looks away for a moment, but it’s like he’s looking into the past with the way his eyes glaze over. When he looks back at me, his eyes are soft.
“Maybe part of me hoped I could find you and wanted to make sure I had a house for you to make into a home,” he muses and I fucking melt.
As much as I want to just give in, I can’t help but ask, “You don’t think this is moving too fast?”
My man doesn’t answer me. He simply lifts me by my hips and stalks through the small space until he’s laying me down on my bed and sinking to his knees. The movement is so sudden all I can do is gasp out in surprise.