Naomi’s POV
“Redwood Pack? Why?” My brows dipped as I adjusted, sitting on one ass on the bed. He only stepped closer, his eyes sweeping all over my body as if trying to check with his eyes if I had gotten hurt from that incident. I sighed inside, lowering my eyes to the ground.
I wanted to protest, to tell him I didn't feel too good and that I didn't want to go to Redwood Pack. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to feel too much concern for me or read too much meaning into Marcus showing up, or think that something was going on between me and Marcus. Not that I care what he thought, but then, maybe it's common courtesy. Or maybe because he has been too kind and patient with me.
Five minutes later, we were in the garage, with him coming towards me and opening the door for me. I let out a
