Chapter 7Resting on the ride to the club had served a dual purpose. One, it bolstered Sutter’s strength for the time he’d spend hunting for a willing dinner. He’d been shocked at how weak he’d felt when he stood, lending credence to Max’s persistent argument that he was in no shape to be on his own yet, and there’d been no small part of him that hadn’t wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep for another twenty-four hours.
The second, and more pressing reason, had been avoidance. That long in the cab of the truck, with Max in such close biting distance, had been more torturous than he’d anticipated. As much as he wanted to be his own vampire, he liked how Max wanted to take care of him. Some of Max’s intentions satisfied the guilt he carried around, but not all. Sutter liked the attraction
