“I know exactly what he’ll do. He’ll decide you encouraged it, lock you inside the house, or go looking for the guy with half the club behind him before anyone knows what actually happened.”
“That was my thinking.”
Stitch rubbed his free hand over his face. “I hate that we agree on this.”
“He’d turn it into another way to control me.”
“He turns everything into another way to control you.”
The bitterness in his voice made me look away.
“Then we call the police,” he said.
“And tell them what? A man on a motorcycle has been parked on public streets and someone left me a dandelion?”
“At your bedroom window.”
“Outside it.”
“That distinction isn’t helping.”
“I know, but it matters if we’re talking about what anyone can actually do.”
He let out a slow breath through his nose. “At mini
