“Don’t move.”

“Okay.”

He got out and walked up the sidewalk to the front door. She had no idea why he was making her wait there unless he had to visit someone first. He returned a minute later and approached her. He just leaned over, unfastened her belt and lifted her out of the seat. Kat hugged his shoulders as he carried her up the walkway.

The front door stood wide open and he entered the house then used his foot to slam the door. He stopped. Kat glanced around. It was an open living space, showing off a living room, dining area and a bar that separated them from the kitchen.

“Nice place.”

“Thank you.” He strode across the room to follow a long hallway.

“Where are we going?”

“My room.”

They passed one open door on the right. Probably a guest room. The door across from it looked like a bathroom from the quick glimpse she got. He paused at the end of the hallway and turned, making sure she didn’t hit the doorway as he took them into the master suite of the home.

“It’s much bigger than your apartment.”

“It’s a two-bedroom, two-bath. It’s not as big as some of the homes in the Species living section but it is the one I chose.” He approached the bed and bent, setting her on the edge of the bed. He let her go and straightened, backing up a few feet.

She got comfortable and took a deep breath. “Okay. You brought me here. Let me have it. Go ahead and yell at me. Tell me what I did to piss you off. I’m ready.”

“You’re not allowed to risk your life for anyone else’s. You came too close to death. That’s unacceptable.”

She was surprised by his rational tone. “We’ve already had this fight. Missy is my best friend and Mason didn’t give me much choice. Where is she?”

“I set her up in an apartment inside the women’s dorms with her pets. She’s fine. A friend of mine is going to make certain she’s comfortable. The females will look out for her and will acquire everything she needs to set up her new life here.”

That wasn’t the answer she’d expected. “The NSO is okay with that?”

“I said I’d get you a job at the NSO. I made inquiries and you no longer need to work for the FBI. Give your notice. You and Missy are a package deal. You care for her. That means we care for her as well.”

They wouldn’t be homeless. It would be tight living, sharing a one-bedroom apartment with Missy but they’d done that right after high school. Missy would probably take over the living room as her office. It wouldn’t interrupt Kat’s sleeping time. It also meant she could kiss the investigation regarding Mason goodbye and all the stress that came with it at work. The police couldn’t touch her if they did charge her with arson. It was almost too good to be true.

Darkness had made it all possible. “I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

“Stop saying that,” he growled, his eyes flashing anger.

It pushed her into feeling a bit of temper too. “Fine. Fuck you. Is that better?”

“Only if it’s an offer.”

That remark knocked her for a loop. She gawked at him. Darkness came forward and crouched next to the bed, pinning her legs between his spread ones. She stared into his eyes, stunned. He had that hungry look she remembered too well.

She flattened her palms on his chest. “Uh-uh. I’m not doing this again. We made a clean break, remember?”

“Things change.”

“But you don’t. We don’t want the same things. You made it clear that it can’t ever be anything but sex to you. It’s more than that to me.”

He put his hands on the bed next to her h*ps and leaned in. “I’m going to kiss you, Kat.”

“You don’t kiss.”

“I’ll make an exception for you.”

She stared at his lips. They parted and he ran his tongue over them before inching closer. She leaned back, wondering if it was payback for angering him. He’d had to go to a lot of trouble for her. First to save her life then to get her a job and home with the NSO.

“Don’t.”

“Why not?” He spoke softly, his gruff voice sexy.

“This is just cruel.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Yes, you do. It was hard enough walking away once.”

He lifted one hand and reached behind him, digging something out of his back pocket. Metal clanked and he showed her a set of handcuffs. She glanced at them then stared into his eyes.

“No.”

He arched one eyebrow.

“I’m not going to allow you to hook me up to your headboard and do this dance again.”

He tossed them across the room. “I’m going to allow you to touch me all you want. I removed them to make a point. I won’t restrain you anymore.”

“You’re such a bastard. What did I ever do to deserve this?”

“You got under my skin.” He rose, the movement pushing her flat on her back with her hands still on his chest, just inches between their bodies. He climbed over her, trapping her under him. “You nearly died. When I lifted that roof off you I couldn’t detect your breathing at first. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

“So this is how you decide to get even? Give me what I want then regret it right afterward?”

He had the nerve to smile. “I lost control the last time you touched me.”

“What makes you think it won’t happen again? You’re that smug?”