Fearless (Broken Love Book 5) by B.B. Reid Page A

anyone dying for me.”
    His eyes narrowed and his lips curled. “You can’t say that after you helped kill my father.” He then stood up seemingly to dismiss the conversation.
    “I don’t want anyone innocent dying for me. I said no.”
    He shoulders tensed as he gripped the door handle. “It’s not your decision. Besides… you didn’t give me a chance to say no.”
     
     

Chapter Nine
    KEIRAN
     
    I practically ran from the conference room to keep from doing something that would make our situation worse. How the fuck could she ask me not to protect her and at the same time, assume the worse about me? It seemed as if Mitch’s murder was bringing to light everything that remained unresolved between us.
    She still didn’t trust me.
    I didn’t think Lake would ever lie to me, but with each secret, I felt the pressing need to protect myself from her—to distance myself from her and the ache she was causing in my chest. Her fearless chase was breaking us.
    “Why are you walking away?” I heard her call out once we were in the dark parking garage.
    “I’m not. I’m running away from doing something we’ll both regret. Don’t push me right now.”
    “When are we going to stop running away from each other? I fucked up, but I’m not your enemy so stop treating me like I am.”
    What? She thought I was treating her like the enemy?
    I pivoted on my heel and ate up the distance between us. One quick glance around showed we were alone. I grabbed her and forced her against my chest. She refused to submit. I could see it in her eyes, but she wasn’t fighting me, either because her mind still cautioned her that a part of me was still dangerous.
    “I used to think that no one or nothing could make me turn back because there was nothing worth losing you over. I never counted on you being the one.”
    Her gaze narrowed with suspicion clouding the blue-green coloring of her eyes. “What does that mean?”
    It means I’d give anything—sacrifice anyone—to save her.
    “It means get in the car. I’m taking you home.”
    I released her and waited for her to obey. For her sake and mine, she stepped around me and got in. I didn’t move until I heard the door close. When I got in, I turned up the volume and let the heavy guitar of Meg Meyer’s Desire fill the tension between us.
    Every dark desire she confessed to I wanted with Lake, and when I got her alone, there was nothing that would stop me from seeing it through. She had forgotten my claim on her mind and body. It would be my pleasure reminding her.
    For eleven hours, the anticipation built, and she became more nervous with each passing hour. I could almost tell what she was thinking in the way she’d wring her hands or tap her foot. The nervous glances she didn’t think I caught were a dead giveaway.
    She was scared and trying hard not to feel it. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I slid my hand across the console and gripped her bare thigh. The tight skirt she wore was modestly sexy and left me hard all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of her thighs wrapped around me as I took what I wanted.
    It was late when I pulled into the driveway and night had fallen hours ago. I was dead tired, and I could see the same in her eyes when she glanced at me nervously as I shut off the engine. Silently, I gathered our bags and we entered our rented house. The door shutting was like the closing of a bad chapter in our life, and I wondered how much worse I would have to make it before it got better.
    “I’m going to pack a bag and stay with a friend.” She spoke so timidly that the finality of her words was almost missed.
    “Come again?”
    She lifted her chin and said, “I think we should spend a night apart.”
    “You think so, do you?” She slowly nodded but suddenly, looked unsure of her answer. “What makes you think I’m letting you go anywhere?”
    “How are you going to keep me here?”
    I laughed at her counter but felt none of the