Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(29)

“Not a problem. She did well.” Wolf cleared his throat, his icy blue gaze landing on mine.

I didn’t say anything because maybe he was just being nice in front of Hawk. He was their star player after all.

“Of course, she did. She’s a badass. Always has been.” Hawk wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “All right. I’m going to take her to our house before my wife comes here and does it herself. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

I nodded and made my way toward the door.

“Dylan. Can I have a minute? I just need to go over our meetings for tomorrow.” Wolf stood beside his desk, and I could tell by his tone that he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Sure. Hawk, give me one minute.” I smiled at my brother-in-law, who was already talking about Jackson to Wolf’s assistant, Tawny.

“It can’t wait until tomorrow?” I asked Wolf as he moved past me and shut the door.

“If it could wait until tomorrow, would I have asked you to give me a minute now?”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. What is it?”

“I know you’re avoiding me. That won’t make the question go away.”

I shook my head. “And what is the question?”

“Who the fuck was that guy, and what the hell did he do to you?”

“I told you, he’s just some creep I went out with,” I whisper-hissed because I didn’t want Hawk to know what had happened. I hadn’t told my sisters. There had been no reason to worry them. I’d handled it. I didn’t know why he was making it such a big deal.

“Where’s the knife?”

“What? You are insane. I’m done with this conversation.”

The next thing I knew, Wolf Wayburn dropped to his knees in front of me, and I found it difficult to breathe, but I composed myself.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His hands moved to my thigh, and he looked up at me. “You can either tell me where you keep your knife, or I’ll find it myself. We’re running a business here, and I need to know if you’re carrying a weapon on you.” His fingers trailed up my thigh beneath my skirt, but his eyes never left mine.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and yanked. “Stand up, you big buffoon.”

“Are you going to answer the question if I get up?”

I can’t say I minded seeing the man down on his knees, heated gaze, lips plump and his fingers trailing up my leg.

“Yes.” The word was breathy, but I did my best not to let him know how much he affected me.

He pushed to his feet as he hovered above me and raised a brow. I reached inside my purse and pulled out my pocketknife. “Are you happy?”

“Why do you carry this? Is he following you?”

I barked out a laugh. “No, Dad. I’ve always carried it. I take it he told you about the incident when you followed him into the bathroom like a lunatic?”

“He said you pulled a knife on him. And you shouldn’t call your boss a lunatic. It’s unprofessional.”

I fell forward in laughter. “Says the man who just dropped to his knees and patted me down.”

“You left me no choice.”

“It’s not your business. There’s no story here. I’ve always carried a knife. I’ve only used it once—on the guy you met today. He didn’t like the word no, so he got a knee to the groin and a blade to the throat. I made it clear that if he didn’t get the hell out of my house, I would have no problem defending myself.”

His gaze narrowed. “Awfully cocky for someone who’s never used a blade.”

I shrugged. “I wouldn’t have needed to use it. I could have kicked his ass. But I thought the knife would scare the bejesus out of him, and it did.”

“Yet, he’s been trying to call you.”

“I wouldn’t know that because I blocked him. I handled it. So, thank you for your concern, but by the looks of him when he came out of the bathroom, I have nothing to worry about now. You clearly scared him shitless.”

He studied me. “Agreed. But I’d feel better if you gave me his name. I’d like to know who I threatened.”

I rolled my eyes. “Anthony Glouse. Are you happy now?”

“I am. Was that so painful?” His eyes softened, and his lips turned up in the corners just the tiniest bit. Most people wouldn’t notice, but I noticed everything about him.

“Very.”

He chuckled, and it wasn’t even sarcastic or rude. “You’ll be fine. You’re off to see Ever and Jackson? So, you won’t be needing a ride home?”

“Nope. I’m good. They’ll give me a ride home later, or I’ll take an Uber.”

“You have Gallan’s number for a reason. Use it,” he said, his face going hard once again.

“Listen, big, bad Wolf. We aren’t doing this.” I motioned between us. “I can take care of myself. So go park your alpha ass elsewhere, and stop bossing me around. I don’t respond well to that.”

I whipped around and made my way toward the door.

“I’ll check in with Gallan to make sure he texts you about what time you’d like to be picked up.”

Oh my gosh. This guy had some nerve. I wrapped my hand around the knob and glared at him over my shoulder.