Will had backed Dia against the truck as he spoke and now stood staring down in her eyes. She looked like a sharp retort had been on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it and glared at him instead.
"Dia, baby, just get in the truck and sit still. Lock the doors and let us load this thing up. I'm going to ask the Alpha if I can ride back with you. Can you do that for me?" he asked kissing her neck lightly.
"It's my truck," she whispered fiercely jerking away, "I don't trust anybody else to drive it."
"I know, baby," Will murmured into her ear, "but it's dangerous out here. Please, let me take care of you."
Joel and I had continued to approach and I could see the uncertainty on Dia's face. She didn't seem like the type of girl that was used to being taken care of. My guess was she
