Page 29 of By His Vow

“What the hell are you doing?” she screams as I pull her back onto the sidewalk, our bodies barely an inch apart.

“You’re not getting in that car.”

“Why the hell not? As you so kindly pointed out, I need to get to the office, and I’m not walking there in these shoes.”

“You have no idea who that man is,” I state.

“Uh, yeah, I do,” she argues, holding her cell between us. “His name is Marcus, and he drives a black Prius. He’s a fully registered Uber driver. He?—”

“Will drive you to the outback of nowhere and leave you for dead,” I point out.

“Are you hearing yourself right now? Millions of women get in Ubers every single day. How many have vanished off the face of the Earth?”

l move my lips to give her an answer, but I quickly find that I don’t have one.

I fucking will, though. I’m going to find out the answer and point out to her just how unsafe it is to put her life in some stranger’s hands.

“My car is over there. From here on out, you want to go anywhere, Lewis will escort you.”

Sliding my hand down her arm, I entwine our fingers and turn toward my car.

“No, Kingston. That is not?—”

“You’re causing a scene, baby. I’m pretty sure we need to announce our relationship before giving the media an exclusive to our first fight.”

“This is not a fight. This is you being totally unreasonable,” she argues.

“Keeping my girl safe is never unreasonable.”

I spin her around and we find Lewis standing beside the open back door to my car, waiting for us.

“Lewis, this is Tatum. Tatum, this is Lewis. I’ll put his contact in your cell. Wherever you need to go, call him. He is at your disposal.”

I nod at Lewis, confirming my words. Her needs come before mine now.

“Good morning, Miss Warner. It’s good to meet you.”

“Please, call me Tate,” she says politely. “But also, don’t be expecting my call. I already have more than I need from your boss.”

I half expect her to hot foot it down the sidewalk, giving me little choice but to give chase, but to my surprise, she steps toward the door that Lewis has opened for us and slips inside.

Lewis’s eyes meet mine and a silent conversation passes between us.

You’ve got your hands full with that one, Boss.

I shake my head, unable to keep the smirk from my lips.

“Good girl,” I muse after sliding across the seat to sit beside her.

The second my thigh touches hers, she practically jumps to the end of the seat.

“Don’t,” she warns.

“Don’t what?” I ask innocently.

“Don’t use that tone.”

“What tone?”