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I kissed him again, hard and fast, and all I got was another glare. “I never said I wasn’t going to report it.”
His exhale was heavy and warm as his forehead fell to roll over mine. “That’s right. You didn’t.”
“Remington,” I whispered. “Let’s go. It’s hot, I’m tired, and I want to get this over with.”
He stayed like that for another minute, his sweat mingling with mine. It wasn’t gross, though. It was him, and the closeness felt too good to complain about.
He took my hand in his and stepped back, giving me a thorough once-over. “All right, sweetheart. Let’s get you cooled down and taken care of.”
The drive back to town was pretty quiet. But for every one of those long miles, Remi kept hold of my hand with the air blasting.
Cooled down and taken care of. Exactly as he promised.
Chapter Twenty-one
Remington
It was déjà vuseeing Hannah walk out of the police station. She hadn’t let me go inside with her, but that hadn’t been a surprise. Frustrating fucking woman. Her streak of independence was a mile wide, and as much as I liked the hell out of her confidence, in this situation, I would have appreciated her letting me in. Leaning on me a little. ’Cause seeing those slashed tires had carved a deep pit of uselessness in my gut, and I needed to feel useful right now.
She walked up to me, her tired eyes darting between mine. “You waited.”
“Where else would I be?”
“Back home, so you don’t have to deal with any of this.”
“Nah, the house is too quiet, and I don’t mind dealing with your complications. Especially when it means keeping you safe.” I nodded toward the station. “They have anything helpful to say?”
She shrugged, looking exhausted. “Same as last time. They’ll talk to him, check out Jacob’s security footage. I don’t know if anything’ll come of it. We’ll have to wait and see.”
That answer wasn’t even slightly good enough. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to wait and see, but for now, I was willing to drop it. Hannah didn’t look like she could deal with much more, and I wasn’t about to be the one to pile more burden on.
I took her hand in mine and squeezed. “Let’s get you home.”
She arched a brow. “You’re coming with me?”
“You surprised?”
She sighed a little laugh. “No. Not really.” We started toward her place, leaving my truck parked along the curb. “You know, I was doing a really good job keeping away from you.”
That that was exactly what she’d been doing hadn’t escaped me, but I couldn’t put my finger on the why. We’d called a truce, had come to an understanding. And I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling the pull between us.
“You were. Why is that?” I asked.
“I don’t think we should get mixed up.”
I held up our joined hands, scoffing. “I think we already are.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Seems like it.”
When we got to her place, I didn’t stop at the bottom of her steps like I had the times before, and she didn’t question me following her. Once she unlocked the door, she opened it wide, inviting me in without saying the words.
Inside, Hannah bent down to unlace her boots, and I looked around. Her living room and kitchen were one cozy room. The furniture looked comfortable and lived in. Framed Wyoming landscape photos made up the art on the walls. Long velvet curtains flanked the tall windows, and matching pillows rested in the corners of the sofa. The kitchen took up one wall with aged white cabinets, a stove and refrigerator. A small, two-seater table divided the spaces.
It was nicely decorated. Anyone would feel at ease here. But it wasn’t Hannah. She didn’t belong in a small apartment. She needed space. A place to run, to have horses of her own, to spread out and be free. This apartment didn’t suit her.
Hannah had grown up on the largest ranch in this part of Wyoming, surrounded by animals and acreage. That was the kind of place where she belonged.
“It’s small,” I said.