She blinked away a slight sheen of tears, dropping her gaze to her hands as she smoothed them over my chest. “We’re too complicated. It’s just one thing after another with you. I can’t get my feet under me before you knock them out.”

“I’m the only complicated one in this relationship?”

Her gaze flew back to mine, but she didn’t debate my choice of terminology.

“I have a dead quasi-boyfriend who I loved way more than he ever liked me. You have a helicopter that’s just waiting to kill you and an inhumanly beautiful baby mama who’s so desperate to mark her territory that I half expected her to pee on you this afternoon.”

I stifled the laugh that tried to escape and cradled her face with one hand. “I have a helicopter that I’m damned good at flying and a heart-stoppingly gorgeous Morgan who I would really like to put to bed.”

“But not take to bed. I seem to have that effect on the guys I actually like.” She leaned into my palm.

What the hell had her quasi-ex put her through to make her think that?

I lowered my forehead to hers. “Don’t get me wrong, Kitty. I want to take you to bed. I would fucking kill to take you to bed. I’ve fantasized about getting my hands on you since the moment we met, but the first time you scream my name, the only thing in your system will be me. I’m not about to be one of your regrets when I have the option to be your choice. Get it? I’m not trading the possibility of an entire future with you for a couple orgasms on a single night—no matter how fucking edible you look right now.”

She blinked. “Okay, that was good.”

“I know.” I grinned.

“Are you taking anyone else to bed?” Her eyes narrowed.

“What? No. I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since you moved in.” Was that what this was about? Claire’s timing was utter shit as usual.

“So we’re exclusive? Even though we’re not together?” Her hands slid up my shirt to rest around my neck.

“There’s no one else. Just you,” I promised.

“Okay.” Her eyes softened. “Take me home.” She stumbled off the barstool, and I hooked my arm around her waist, hauling her to my side.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Sam immediately took Morgan’s stool, demanding the tab from the bartender.

Mia hopped down from the bar and grinned at Garrett. “Hi.”

“I’ve been warned about your brother,” he replied, putting his hands up.

She rolled her eyes. “The guy is half a world away and still keeps me from getting laid. Unbelievable.”