Ride Dirty: A Raven Riders Novella by Laura Kaye

Author:Laura Kaye [Kaye, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: 1001 Dark Nights, romance, Laura Kaye, motorcycle club
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
Published: 2018-03-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Caine’s blood turned to ice as Emma rejected his help. He supposed he deserved that after the way he’d walked out on her the other night, but he wasn’t leaving her vulnerable—when it was his failing that had created the vulnerability in the first place.

“Emma, I know I fucked up in how I treated you. But you need to hear me. I’m not leaving.”

“Okay, fine. I hear you. But hear me. You’re not staying out here while you do it.” She arched a brow over those warm blue eyes.

He frowned. “Meaning?”

She tilted her head like he was confusing her. Which, right back at ya. “Meaning you’re coming in. If you’re going to keep an eye out for this guy for me, then you’re not going to stand in a snowstorm ‘til your skin turns red and raw to do it. On Christmas Eve, no less. You’re coming in the damn house.”

He inhaled to—

“Don’t even think of saying no. You are the kind of person who gets invited in, Caine. At least, you are to me.”

If she’d sucker punched him, it wouldn’t have stolen his breath as much as throwing his words back at him managed to do. And damn if her words weren’t pinballing around in his chest, knocking against things that didn’t often get disturbed. But he couldn’t think about that just then. “Em—”

She gasped and her eyes went wide. “Oh, my God. Caine. Oh, my God.”

Alarm lanced through his blood. “What? What is it?”

“You have to see something,” she said, already moving to cross the street. “Oh, my God.”

He was at her back in an instant. And then they were in her house and stepping across a pile of pillows and blankets. She beelined for the dining room table, Chewy excitedly in tow, and roughly sorted through a stack of mail.

“Look,” she said, turning with a piece of paper in hand. No, a card.

The glassy fear in her eyes just about gutted him. And then he looked at the card.

You Better Watch Out! a Peeping Tom Santa said. On the inside, that same Santa proclaimed, I see you when you’re sleeping! It was unsigned.

What. The. Fuck. Seriously. What kind of twisted company made a card for Christmas that was this goddamned creepy?

“Is there an envelope?” he asked, rage rearing up like a beast inside his chest.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice no more than a whisper. “Here.”

Her name and address had been printed on a label, and there was no return address. “The stamp hasn’t been cancelled.”

“What?”

He turned it so she could see. “It hasn’t been cancelled. There’s no postmark. This wasn’t delivered by the mailman, Emma.”

Her eyes went wide. “Someone dropped it through my door. Personally.”

Trouble stalked around inside Caine’s lizard brain. The part of him that was all instinct, the part where fight and flight and the will for survival lived. And Caine knew. Emma didn’t just have a prowler. Or an intruder. Emma had a fucking stalker.

“Someone’s watching me?” Her inflection posed it as a question, but she was already nodding to herself, working it out just as Caine had.

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