Forbidden With Me - Leigh Lennon Page 0,41

as if it was shut down years ago. What a depressing place.

“No, Higgins and I will work at my place after we get some of your stuff from your dorm room for now.”

“Wait?” So many thoughts cloud my mind, but this can’t wait. “Greenlyn, what about Greenlyn? If someone knows where I’m at, and they try to hurt me…”

The men flank me as Stewart moves to his car and Wells opens the passenger side door for me. “I’m one step ahead of you. Her parents have been informed, and campus police and the university are coming up with a new arrangement for your roommate.”

I settle into the seats of his Malibu. “I miss the BMW,” I pout.

“Yeah, me, too,” he agrees. “Your roommate, pain in the ass or a potential friend?”

“Hmm.” I tap my chin. “She’s been great.”

“Yeah, but she’s no Georgia,” Wells begins. I love how he understands me, but let’s face it, I sometimes think I’m only a case to him.

I giggle at his comment. “No one can be. Georgia’s the best and believe me—one of a kind.” I pause, leaning over to grab my phone from my purse. “Fuck, she’s coming up this weekend. I need to stop her.”

“I don’t disagree with you, but by the way you’ve described Georgia in the past, can you stop her? Your best friend sounds like she may be hard to impede, especially if you tell her what’s going on. She’ll probably come anyway,” Wells returns.

“You’re right. And she’ll hear it in my voice.” I pause, looking at my last text from her just this morning and I’ve not yet replied. “Well, I’ll see if a text will suffice.” When I look to the side, I’m granted access of his beautiful profile. Hell, I could look at him all day long. His eyes are on the road, his sharp cheekbones, messy blonde hair, and hell, he has fucking sexy pouty lips. It’s so unfair to women, how sexy his lips are.

But I tear myself away from his features and begin to lie for the best of reasons I can think of.

Me: Hey there! I just got my course load, and it looks overwhelming. Can you come up in a couple of weeks?

She instantly replies.

Georgia: Okay, I get it. But tell me, have you seen any more of your police angel?

I’ve seen a hell of a lot of him, but not in the way I want. If I tell Georgia I’m in his car, it will lead to questions I don’t want to answer.

Me: Don’t worry, if there’s something to tell, I’ll be sure you’re third or fourth on the list.

This will get her going, and I wait to smile at what she’ll have to say.

“You look awfully happy over there, considering everything…”

“Yeah, I’m messing with Georgia, that’s all.” And when the reply comes, it’s what I’ve needed.

Georgia: Bitch, I better be the first one.

I pocket my phone and am in deep thought when Wells’s hand lands on my knee. I love when his mere connection is near me, on me. I loved it when he calmed me in the office of his bosses, and I love it more now.

“You know I won’t let anything happen to you.” It’s in these small one on ones I think I may be more than just merely a case to him. With this bond, I want to hope for more.

I turn my face to his. “I know. I know you won’t.” And I believe this. I believe him.

As quick as his hand is on me, he’s removed it, and I miss it, more than I have the right to.

I’ve seen his house before, many times last week, yet seeing him in his domain, his sanctuary, is a fantasy come true—especially when I’m staying here for the night. Though never in a million years would I want it to be under these circumstances.

Stewart is sitting on the couch, as we enter straight into his living room.

“When I gave you a spare key, Higgie, I didn’t mean for you to make yourself at home with your feet kicked up on my couch.”

Stewart is more than comfortable in his space with his shoes by the door, and his long and lean body sprawled out on the couch, a newspaper in his hand, and a pop on the end table.

“And use a fucking coaster, you monster.” Wells is showing me another side of him, a domestic side, by grabbing a coaster and placing it under Stewart’s drink.

I don’t have