“Not right now. I think you’ve cried enough.”
Good.
“But it’s coming.”
Eek!
He stood.
“Wolfe? Thank you for coming for me, even though you hated me.”
He sighed. “Princess, I will always come for you. Won’t lie, I didn’t want to. I thought you’d hurt us again. I didn’t want that for Caleb or Aleki.”
“Or you?”
He nodded. “Or me. But I now know there’s no way I could have sat around while you were in danger. Guess that’s why I never turned off that GPS locater. I figured one day you’d need us to ride to your rescue.”
She gave him a mock-glare at that. “I’m not a damsel in distress.”
“And we’re not white knights.”
But they were. They might not be typical heroes, but they were her heroes.
“I know I’m not easy, Genevieve. I’m not normal—”
She opened her mouth but he held up a hand to her. She remained silent.
“But I’ll do whatever it takes to protect this family. To keep us all together. You just have to promise that you won’t leave. Not ever again. Don’t leave and I can deal with anything else that is thrown at us.”
“I promise. I won’t ever leave.” And she wouldn’t. No matter what.
He gave her a solemn nod. “I believe you. I might still have problems sometimes, so if you need some space, you have to tell me, okay? I know I’ve still got the GPS going but if I don’t have eyes on you, I get . . . antsy.”
She got it. To someone else that might feel stifling. But after his childhood, if he needed to keep track of where she was in order to be settled then she’d happily give him that.
“I get it. I won’t go anywhere without telling you.”
“And you’ll tell me if anything I do is too much. When it comes to you, I need you to show me the line. Doesn’t mean I won’t push that boundary, but I’ll always respect your safeword.”
“I know you will.” Because she knew he’d never hurt her.
He stared down at her, his gaze darkening. But for an entirely different reason.
“You’re naked.”
Oh. So she was. She’d completely forgotten.
How embarrassing.
She looked him over. He was wearing a pair of black, pin-striped button-up pajamas. The buttons were done right up to the top. The pajamas looked like they’d been ironed. Not a wrinkle in sight. On someone else, it might have looked weird or out-of-place. On Wolfe, it looked sexy as hell.
Especially with those black-rimmed glasses.
“Fuck, I didn’t think it would go up after all of that.”
It? Up? Then it connected. Oh. She glanced at his crotch, which was pushing against his pajama bottoms. Right.
Holy. Hell.