Page 35 of Diesel's Perseverance
“I’m so tired. I doubt that.”
Diesel’s gaze skimmed over her, then he looked out the window. She couldn’t help but notice the sudden bulge in his jeans, and a spike of desire shot through her. Myla looked up at him, and her breath caught when she saw the hunger in Diesel’s eyes.
Turning away, he said, “I’m just downstairs.”
“I know.” She watched him head toward the door. “So, I won’t see you tonight?”
“No, but if something comes up like”—he rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb—“Freddy calling, let me know right away.”
“I will.”
“Remember to keep the door locked.”
“Okay.”
“Later.” He opened the door and walked out.
She listened to his footsteps fade away on the stairs, then grabbed the remote and turned on the television. The room seemed quiet without his presence.It’s for the best.
With a small sigh, she stared at the flickering images on the screen. It was going to be a long night.
Chapter Eight
Over the nexttwo days, Diesel put a distance between Myla and him. She stirred up a crazy mix of possessiveness, tenderness, and something else he didn’t want to feel. He tried to be indifferent to her, but Myla filled up his mind more than he was ready to admit. He was torn between caring for her and his duty to his brother.
A chair scraped across the floor. He glanced up, and she sat down, a frown wrinkling her forehead.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” she asked.
“I’ve been busy.”
“Bullshit. You’ve spent the last two days with Rags. Tell me what’s going on.”
The angst in her voice ripped through his heart.I’m fucking everything up.
“Did I do something to make you mad?”
He leaned back and locked eyes with her. “No.”
“Then what?”
A sigh slipped past his lips. “I need a clear mind to focus on finding Freddy.”
“And staying away from me is the solution?”
“You got it.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“It is what it is. I’m taking off for a few days.”
Myla shook her head and blinked rapidly. “Because of me?”
Diesel swallowed a curse and shifted uncomfortably. The last thing he wanted was to make her cry.
“No. I’m following up on some leads in Denver.”
Myla brightened up. “I’ll go with you.”
