Page 54 of Restrain Me

Walking to the front door, I step outside and move closer so I can help carry the bags.

Max climbs out of the vehicle and scowls at my bare feet. “You’ll hurt yourself. Go back inside.”

I look down at the patches of grass and ground. “I’m fine. Pass me a bag.”

I’m given another glare as he hands me the lightest bag while he carries six heavy ones.

“My assassin, the gentleman,” I tease him before I can stop myself.

Max pauses mid-step and stares at me, an emotion I can’t place, tightening his features.

Thinking I overstepped the boundaries between us, I give him a rueful grin. “Sorry.” I turn around and head back into the cabin, then keep myself busy unpacking everything.

There’s a fridge that’s seen better days where I pack the perishables.

Remembering my cell phone, I ask, “Do you think they can track me with my phone?”

Max freezes for a second, then mutters, “Where is it?”

I point to the counter, and when he sees it’s still off, his eyes settle on me with relief. “You didn’t turn it on?”

I shake my head. “I didn’t want to risk it.”

He lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head before continuing to unpack the goods.

“What? Why are you chuckling?”

His eyes flick to mine. “You make my job easy.”

A smile spreads over my face. “You’re welcome.”

He heads outside again and comes back with more bags. Noticing they contain clothes, I move closer. He removes sneakers in my size, a pair of jeans, two T-shirts, and two pairs of shorts.

“This will have to do until I make another run for supplies,” he murmurs.

No underwear or bra.

I shrug and collect the clothes and sneakers. “Thank you.”

Walking to the bedroom, I fold everything neatly and set the pile down on the side of the table. Taking clean clothes for the day, I return to the kitchen to grab the body wash and a brand-new towel.

“Is it okay if I shower?”

Max nods as he takes off the price tags from the clothes he bought for himself. “Sure.”

Heading into the bathroom, I shut the door and open the faucets so the water can run warm.

“Crap,” I mutter when I don’t see any toothpaste. I open the door again and ask, “Did you get a toothbrush and toothpaste?”

He walks to the counter in the kitchen and brings me the bag containing all the toiletries.

“Thanks,” I grin as I take the bag from him.

I shut the door again and quickly brush my teeth before stripping out of my dirty clothes and stepping into the shower.

I don’t care that the body wash is a cheap brand, I’m just grateful I get to clean myself.

As I’m rinsing off the suds, something on the wall catches my eye. It’s big, brown, and has way too many legs.