“I don’t understand why he’s sending you here.” Decker’s bike rumbled to a stop as he parked it in front of the company building.
I got off and handed him my helmet. “Because he thinks I can handle anything.”
“Fathers tend to make that mistake.” Decker nodded. “Do you want me to come up with you?”
Being in the real world was such a stagnant difference from everything else. There were the loud cars and the stares. I grew used to the stares— but seeing everyone staring at Decker like he was a piece of meat they wanted to ride was f*****g with my brain. “Every time you kiss me, you do or say weird s**t. It’s almost adorable.”
“Remy—”
“And I have my bat.” I showed it to him. “I’m fine. You can go. I’ll come back on my own.”
My body was still fizzling from his touch, especially since I c
