Page 28 of Hold Back
Footsteps creaked outside his door. Kit looked over as Red came in holding a cup.
“That coffee was disgusting,” Red announced. “I brought you a fresh cup.”
Warmth percolated through Kit. Red had thought of him.
Like a Daddy would.
Red handed him the coffee, then walked past him to check the window lock.
Kit scowled at him. Seriously? He was on patrol again. “It’s been like five minutes since you last checked the damn locks,” he snapped.
“Some. And I’ll check them again in another five minutes,” Red agreed.
“Why? They’re not going to miraculously open just because you’re not looking at them.”
Red leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. “Funny you should say that because I just discovered an open lock in the den. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“No,” Kit lied, but for some reason, he couldn’t meet Red’s gaze. Just the thought of lying to Red made his stomach tie itself in knots.
Red grunted. “Must have thought I locked it. Gotta be careful. Kit. We have a detail posted around the club, but hostiles can still get through.”
“Hostiles?” Kit had been ready to make a crack about spanking the perp’s ass, his fantasy still playing in his head, but it skidded to a halt at Red’s words.
“People you don’t want to meet in a dark alley. Or yourhome,” Red said with pointed emphasis on the last word. “And you should stay away from the window.”
Kit stared at him. “You’re banning me from being near windows? You’d have to be a bird to get in this window.”
“Or a half-decent sniper.”
Breath caught in Kit’s throat. A sniper? He’d never thought of that. That was some serious shit. People wanted him dead.
“I thought it was just another club Tony had pissed off.”
“We don’t know yet and I’m not taking any chances,” Red said.
Kit started trembling just at the thought.
An arm went around his shoulders. “Drink your coffee.”
The cup pressed to his lips. Kit took a swallow, choked a little, and coughed, but some of it went down the right way.
“More,” Red insisted, and Kit obediently swallowed again.
Red made him drink most of the cup and though it felt bitter in the pit of his stomach, Kit obeyed. Red held him and between the strong support and the caffeine, Kit felt the shaking gradually ease. He didn’t move from the comfort of Red’s arms though.
All too soon, Red took a step back and Kit wanted to beg Red to hold him again. “Feeling better?”
“Define better.”
“Less like you want to throw up,” Red clarified.
“Yeah.” Kit ran his hands through his hair. “You mean it, don’t you.”
“About what?”
“The sniper and hostiles.”
Red inclined his head. “I do. Tony’s managed to upset some dangerous people. It goes beyond just another MC.”
