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him to support him and because I’m proud of
him.
    And
I am.
    “I
watched most of it, yeah. I have to cover my eyes when you get tackled. I hate
that part. And thank you for half time. That was cool.” I grin.
    “You’re
welcome.” He brushes my hair behind my shoulder and looks so serious all of a
sudden.
    “What’s
wrong?”
    “Nothing.”
He shakes his head and smiles down at me again. “I brought pizza.”
    “I
will never turn down a man with pizza.” I scramble out of his lap and unlock
the door, then lead the way inside.
    “Why
the fuck isn’t your alarm set?”
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    I
spin around and glare at him, and plant my hands on my hips. “I was gone for
fifteen minutes, Will. In the sunlight. Why the fuck are you freaking out?”
    “Will
you please, for the love of God, set the damn alarm when you leave the house?”
His words are measured, and it’s obvious he’s trying really, really hard to
stay calm.
    “Can
I leave it off when I check the mail?” I ask sarcastically.
    He
purses his lips like he’s thinking really hard, the smart ass.
    “Yes.”
    “Gee,
thanks. Now, give me that pizza before I throw you out for being so bossy.”
    He
grins, holds the pizza out of my reach, and shuts the door behind him and locks
it. “What’s your code?”
    “What
if you’re the one I’m trying to keep out?” I ask with a sassy grin. He raises
one eyebrow at me and waits for an answer. “That look doesn’t work on me.”
    “I
won’t share my pizza if you don’t tell me.”
    “Bribing
me with pizza?” I scoff. He grins and shrugs, and he’s so damn adorable in this
moment, I’d tell him my blood type, social security and grandmother’s maiden
name, if I knew it. “Fine. One two three four.”
    “Your
code is one two three four?” he asks with a laugh.
    “I’ll
remember it.”
    He
shakes his head and leads me to the kitchen, still holding the pizza over his
head.
    “Will
you please explain to me why you’re so adamant about the alarm? I’ve never had
any issues in this neighborhood, Will. It’s perfectly safe here.” I follow him
and pull down plates for our meal.
    He
takes a look around the small kitchen and grins. “It looks different in here in
the light.”
    Ah
yes, the last time he was here, I was drunk as fuck and he had to take care of
me.
    “I
like this kitchen,” he continues.
    I
look around the space and grin. This kitchen is what sold me on the townhouse.
It’s open to the living room, has light granite countertops and light wood
cabinets, making it feel bright and cheerful.
    “Thanks.
Now spill it, Montgomery.”
    Will
sighs and slides pizza on the two plates, and hands me mine.
    “Beer?”
he asks.
    “Fridge.”
    He
pulls out two beers, pops the tops and leads me to the living room. I sit on
the couch and he folds himself onto the floor, leaning against the couch. I can
feel the warmth of him against my leg.
    “I
know I sound really controlling about the alarm, Meg. But it’s really important
to me because as our relationship progresses, people will try to get to you.
Press, weird fans, people with morbid curiosity. And like I said before, I’m
gone a lot, and I don’t live here with you, so I can’t be here all the time to
protect you.” He pauses to eat and frowns as he thinks.
    I’m
just speechless. As our relationship progresses? I’m stuck like stupid
on that one sentence.
    “What
relationship?” I ask, confused. “We’ve known each other for three minutes. We
haven’t even had a whole date.”
    Will’s
jaw drops and he blinks rapidly, then clenches his jaw and glares at me.
    “What,
exactly, do you think I’m trying to pursue here, Megan? If I just wanted to
fuck you and bail, I would have backed off as soon as you told me no at my
sister’s party.” He shakes his head and pushes his pizza away.
    “I
just…” I begin, but he interrupts me, not hearing me.
    “Yes,
it’s early, but fuck Megan, all I do is think about