Page 101 of Rebellion

Why was she asking him?

“Go and ask her.”

“Did you fight with her?” Miller asked. “The two of you need to figure all of this out. Any idiot can see that you guys are meant to be together. So pull your head out of your ass and start doing something about that.”

“Doing something about that?” he rumbled.

She put her hands on her hips. “Yes. I mean... the whole bossy routine might be sexy in some circumstances, but you might want to be a bit less commanding and a little more romantic. Flowers wouldn’t hurt. Maybe ask her for dinner. Woo her, damn it.”

Colm could only shake his head at her. She had no idea what was going on.

“Sofia doesn’t need wooing.”

What she needed was for him to avenge her. For him to take Oleg apart, bit by bit.

“Every girl wants a bit of wooing, Colm. Even if it’s just a soft look, some kind words.”

“Miller...” he growled. “You need to stop now.”

“What’s going on? Why are the two of you in here?” Rogan stepped inside, his gaze curious.

And slightly hard.

“I was delivering some clothes for Sofia when I came in to find Colm trying to rearrange the walls.”

Rogan’s gaze went to the fist-sized hole in the wall. Then down to Colm’s hand, which was hanging at his side. He knew Rogan would have noticed all that as soon as he came into the room without Miller pointing it out.

There wasn’t much that got past Rogan MacGuire. Then, his gaze slid over to the closed bathroom door.

“Sofia all right?” Rogan asked carefully.

Colm couldn’t help but bristle at the question. Would he allow her to be anything but all right?

It’s a fair question.

You haven’t protected her up until now, have you?

Fuck.

“She’s showering. She should be out soon,” he said with his hands clenched into fists.

“What’s going on?” Rogan asked, drawing Miller back against him as she tried to bend down and pick up the clothes she’d dropped. “Leave them.”

“But I should pick them up and fold them for Sofia. So they’re not all crinkled.”

“A thaisce, leave them,” Rogan replied firmly. “Colm will get them.”

Colm glared at Rogan.

“It’s his fault you dropped them.”

“Um, Rogan, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Colm is bleeding. I don’t want him bleeding on my clothes.”

“He’ll figure it out,” Rogan replied.

“He doesn’t really look like he wants to be folding clothes,” Miller whispered.

Colm knew that Rogan wasn’t happy about his obvious lapse in control.

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