Nate's pov
I pulled to a stop in front of the packhouse, and Daisy turned to me, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Thanks for the ride, Nate. Thank you for driving carefully, unlike Nick. Don't tell him I said so." She chuckled.
I moved my fingers over my lips like a zipper and smiled. “I won't.”
She returned the smile. “Again, thank you for the ride.”
"Anytime," I watched her hand move towards the door handle, a strange feeling settling in my chest. I didn't want her to go. I tried to keep her, to take her back to the penthouse.
What the hell is wrong with me? I mentally scolded myself. This possessiveness, this overwhelming urge to protect, was new. It was like a wild animal suddenly decided to reside in my ribcage.
"See you later?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," I muttered. "Later. Ta
