She frowned, almost grumbling as she eyed him. "And yet who saved you from Gerry? And the witch? And then from Littleton. In fact," and this time her eyes narrowed before she continued, "one might say that you are the one always getting in to trouble. Face it, Adam - you're the damsel and I'm the knight in shining armor." The mental image actually brought a smile to her lips, and she relaxed into the seat, studying his profile while he wasn't looking at her. She liked looking at him....no matter the angle, to be honest.
At his words, she hesitated, thinking it over. Living with him wasn't something she was sure she was ready for - what if she succumbed to him simply due to his Alpha mojo? Mercy knew for a fact that she would never recover her pride if she actually gave in for that reason. And the truth was, she didn't know if she could forgive herself if that was it. Self-doubt stirred in her stomach next to the hunger, and she wondered: while she knew that Sam only wanted her as a broodmare....she honestly wasn't sure why Adam wanted her. It wasn't for the same reason, she was quick to remind herself, but still.
Plus, the thought of being surrounded by his scent was too intoxicating to really consider at the moment. "...I don't know," she finally admitted honestly. "I guess there's no chance that there's a trailer around I can claim, is there?"