Page 18 of His Loyal Rebel

"Calm down." He sat on the couch. "I'll only be here a couple hours. Then, I'll leave, and you'll never have to see me again."

"Good."

He drank the rest of the beer, crushed the can in his hand, and said, "Good."

Mocking her wasn't making the situation easier. Two more hours wasn't going to kill her if he'd stay out of her life.

She walked in front of him, determined to escape to the bedroom and sleep the hours away until he left.

"Hey, sis."

She stopped outside the bedroom. "What?"

"Can you grab me another beer?"

You've got to be kidding me. She stepped into the bedroom, shut the door, and closed her eyes. She wasn't going to wait on him. He could grab his own beer. Or better yet, leave.

Because Whip remained in the house, she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks, and crawled on top of the bed, fully clothed. While she highly doubted that he was a danger to her, she also wasn't stupid.

He was wanted by the police. If he got desperate, he could do anything.

Why would he show up here?

A man like that probably had women falling all over him. He could snap his fingers and shoot a slow grin, and most of the women in the room would wet their panties.

It irritated her that under normal circumstances, she could be one of those women. But Big ruined the appeal of having a biker as a lover.

If they were all inconsiderate, selfish, and had a dick the size of a small Gherkin pickle, she had no desire to have a repeat with Whip.

She yawned. Her ears popped, and she realized the sirens had stopped.

Flipping over to her other side, she punched the pillow to fluff it up. Tomorrow, she'd clean the sheets off the other bed and see if that mattress was any more comfortable. It had to be better than this one. One-hundred percent better than the backseat of her car.

Looking forward to tomorrow, she fell asleep.

Sometime later, her bladder woke her up. She sat up in bed and listened to the house. Besides the occasional horn from a passing car, she hadn't heard Whip leave. She'd slept harder than her restless night made her feel.

She looked toward the window. Dawn was breaking.

Getting out of bed, she groaned, hating the feel of dirty clothes on. She reeked of campfire smoke. She went through her bags, found a clean shirt, bra, underwear, and a pair of shorts. Carrying her clothes, she walked across the hallway and went into the bathroom.

After using the toilet, she stripped out of her clothes and shivered. The house would lose its chill as the daytime temperature climbed higher. She cranked the shower up as hot as it would get and stepped under the stream of water.

Closing her eyes in pleasure, she let her head fall back. A sudden thought hit her, and she opened her eyes, looking at the edges of the tub. Her sister had taken all the shampoo and soap.

"Damnit," she muttered, looking for a towel that wasn't there.

She should've known Angie would take all her belongings and not leave her anything. Ringtail had cleared everything out but the furnishings that had come with the house. No wonder the bedspread on the bed was scratchy and ancient.

Sliding the glass partition to the side, she hurried out, crossed the hallway, and dove for her suitcase. Not having any towels, she grabbed two clean t-shirts and her bottle of Vidal Sassoon.

Her teeth chattered. She rushed back to the warm water and sighed in relief as her body warmed. Fully awake, she washed her hair, using the suds to wash the rest of her body.

The first thing she'd need to do was go to the store and buy the basics. Soap, a towel, and toilet paper. Angie only left half a roll on the spindle. She'd need bread and peanut butter. Laundry soap to clean the bag of dirty clothes in her car. Those items would need to last her for a couple of days until she returned to work on Monday and got paid.

Somehow, she would need to find out how much the rent was to continue living in the house. Though she was sure, she could afford the house. Angie probably earned the same per hour as her, plus she kept any extra tips the customers slipped her.

Turning off the water, she gathered her hair, wrapped the shirt around her head, and dried off with the other one.

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