Kimi protested softly when Kirk swept her into his arms and carried her through the front door of her small house.
"I can manage on my own," she murmured, though her voice lacked conviction.
Kirk paused in the center of her living room, his dark eyes scanning the space. Kimi's face burned with embarrassment as she took in the scattered cushions and throw blankets draped haphazardly across her couch. The morning had been such a rush that tidying up had been the last thing on her mind.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined the most powerful Alpha in the territory would set foot in her humble home.
Kirk caught sight of her flushed cheeks and couldn't suppress a knowing smile. Instead of lowering her onto the disheveled couch, he headed straight for her bedroom doorway.
He settled her gently on the edge of her bed, his movements careful and deliberate. "Let me examine your ankle," he said, his voice carrying an authority that brooked no argument.
