Declan

T hey drove for what felt like days, not hours. The silence was enough to drive him mad, not that he had much to say to the sexy vixen who sat beside him in the vehicle. She hadn't said much to him since leaving Savage Hell, and he wasn't sure why that hurt his feelings.

was never one for small talk, but talking in general helped to make him more comfortable around new people. Maybe the problem was that he wanted her and that was pissing him off more than anything. The last thing he needed was his cock messing things up for him. The best way forward was for to forget what his dick wanted and silently drive to the safe house.

When he finally pulled onto the gravel road that supposedly led back to the house that Savage found for them, Danger was softly snoring next to him, and he couldn't help but smile. She was so proper and put together that knowing she snored made him almost giddy and was yet something else that made him want her.

"Hey," he breathed, trying to gently wake her. "We're here." She mumbled something in her sleep that he couldn't quite understand, and began snoring again. decided that he might need to use a firmer hand to wake her. He parked the car in front of the safe house and turned off the engine.

"Danger," he said, "you need to wake up now. We're at the safe house." He gently shook her shoulder and she groaned. He hoped that was a good sign, but wasn't sure.

"You can bugger right off," she breathed, swatting his hand off her shoulder. chuckled and Danger popped one eye open to look at him. "Why are you laughing?" she asked.

"Because you're not only hard to wake up, but you're pretty grumpy too," he said.

"I am not grumpy," she insisted, sitting up in her seat and straightening her hair. "I just don't like people touching me when I'm sleeping."

"I bet that the guys you date love that, honey," he teased.

"I don't date," she breathed, "not that it's any of your business."

"You've never been on a date with a man?" asked.

"No," Danger said. "I don't go on dates with men. I don't have time for all that nonsense."

"Have you ever had sex?" asked. Sure, he was going to regret asking that, judging from the look on her face, but he had this strange desire to know.

"That's definitely not your business," she spat. "I don't date, but I'm not a nun. I've been with men."

"I thought that you said that it wasn't my business?" he asked.

"I figured that you weren't going to leave me alone unless I gave you an answer," Danger said. "Now, can we please go into the house? I'm dying to get out of this car, and I really need to pee."

"Fine, you go on in and I'll grab our bags," he offered.

"I don't need you to fetch my bag for me, ," she insisted.

"Fine, suit yourself. Go do your business and your bag will be waiting for you in the trunk," he said. If she wanted to do things the hard way, he was willing to do that for her. In fact, he might even enjoy giving her a bit of hell.

got settled and couldn't help his chuckle when he heard Danger lugging her bags up the two flights of steps to the bedroom. And God, the look on her face when she realized that once again, there was only one bedroom, was nearly his undoing.

"Um, where's the other bedroom?" she questioned.

"What do you mean?" he asked. knew exactly what she meant. He had no idea that there was only one bedroom in the house either, but it seemed to be true.

"This is the only bedroom," he said, "and, that is the only bed." He pointed to the bed as if proving his statement.

"You can't be serious," she squealed, dropping her bags on the bed. "There has to be another bedroom in this place."

"Well, I went through the whole house, and this is the only room with a bed in it," said.

"I'll be right back," Danger insisted, leaving him standing in the bedroom by himself. She just couldn't seem to accept the reality of having to share a room with him—again. He could hear her rummaging through the house, and he couldn't help his smile again. She wasn't going to make this easy on him, and he kind of liked it that way. The women that he usually dated were the ones who were a little fiery, and he was sure that Danger would give him plenty of heat.

She returned to the room, out of breath and looking a bit more disgruntled than when she left a few minutes ago. "So, did you find another bedroom?" he asked. The house was three stories high, but small. If there was another bedroom, it would have been pretty easy to spot.

"I did not," she breathed.

"Looks like we'll be sharing a room again," he taunted. He was pretty sure that he'd be banished to the tiny sofa, that looked very uncomfortable, in the living room. He almost groaned at how badly his back was going to be hurting in the morning.

"First, we weren't sharing a room before. I slept in a bed, that you vacated, for a few hours. We did not share a room or a bed, ." Every time she shouted his name, he felt a little hot under the collar. "Why the hell are you smiling at me?" she shouted.

"Because I think that you're pretty hot when you say my name that way, Danger," he breathed. He wasn't sure if he had admitted that out loud or not. Judging from the look on her face, he had.

"What?" she asked. Danger pointed her finger at him, and it took every ounce of his self-restraint not to grab her hand and pull her into his body. "No," she shouted at him.

"No, what?" he asked, pressing her further.

"No, you're not allowed to say things like that to me," she said.

"Like what?" he asked. He wasn't about to make any of this easy on Danger.

"Like you think that I'm going to have sex with you," she said. He didn't think she was going to have sex with him; it wasn't a given. But he sure hoped that she'd be up for some fun while they hid away from the Dead Rabbits.

"Sorry, my fault," he said. "I was just trying to be honest with you. I mean, you did ask why I was smiling."

"Well, I'm sorry that I asked," she said. "I won't make that same mistake again."

"Noted," said. "So, what are we going to do about our sleeping arrangements?" he asked.

"I think that one of us should sleep on the sofa," she said. He hated that she jumped right past sharing a bed to one of them sleeping on the sofa.

"Okay, how will we decide which one of us is to be banished to the sofa?" he asked.

"How about we flip a coin? I'll take heads," she said. "Do you have a coin of some sort?"

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a pound. "I guess that I'm tales then?" he asked.

"Right, I'll flip it," Danger said, snatching the coin from his hand. She tossed it into the air, and he held his breath waiting for it to land on the hardwood floor. The coin landed, spinning on its side, landing on heads.

"Looks like you'll be sleeping on the sofa," Danger taunted. "Sorry." He didn't believe that she was sorry at all.

"No problem," he lied. "I don't mind one bit." Yeah, she was fiery all right and he wasn't sure if he wanted to get burned by Danger or stay as far away from her as possible.