Page 41 of Room for Three

“Why?” I ask, standing my ground.

Owen’s shoulders slump at my question. A sliver of guilt reaches my heart. “Did we do something wrong, Savvy? You’re acting strangely. Did my tip offend you?”

Your hand on my ass did.

I don’t say that.

“No,” I blurt. “I just…the house is a mess.”

“Have you seen Cason’s room?” Rhett jokes. “Seriously. Invite us in. Don’t be rude. We’re family.”

Maybe he’s right.

I’m kind of being a bitch right now.

They visited me at the restaurant because they wanted to see me. Owen left me an incredibly generous tip. The hand on my ass was probably an accident.

“Sorry,” I mutter. “Been a long day.”

I step aside and gesture for them to come inside. Rhett, to his credit, doesn’t curl his lip up in disgust. This townhome, while cozy and comfortable to me, isn’t nearly as nice as their house.

“They have you sleeping on the sofa?” Owen asks, pointing at the pillows and folded blankets stacked on one end.

“No. Travis sleeps there.”

“You have your own room?” Owen’s concern is genuine.

“Can we see it?” Rhett chimes in.

Groaning, I nod and start for the stairs. The two men follow me into the space I’ve been calling home. Compared to Addison’s room, it’s a mess. Travis’s desk and cluttered things still take over one half of the room. I didn’t make up the bed this morning and the panties I’d been wearing earlier sit in the middle of the floor.

Rhett, of course, picks them up and grins at me.

I snatch them out of his hand and then toss them into the hamper, face burning hot. Owen, amused by our antics, smirks at me.

“This is nice,” Owen lies. Then, he grows serious. “I’m concerned, though. Do you have any privacy, Savvy? I’m worried about these two men taking advantage of you.”

The guilty look on my face must be evident, because both men scowl at me.

Great.

The last thing I need is the Monahans going to war with my roommates over me.

Ugh. I need to do damage control.

“It’s fine,” I rush out, taking a step toward Owen. “How about I meet you all for dinner one day? I can still visit and see Addison.”

Owen softens. “We’d like that.”

He pulls me to him in a tight embrace that almost feels fatherly. It makes my eyes water. His phone rings and he groans.

“Work,” he grumbles. “I’ll be outside.”

He kisses the top of my head as he answers his phone. Rhett pokes around, looking at everything with great interest until the house is silent again. Then, he turns to look at me, something dark flickering in his gaze. An uneasy feeling washes over me at being alone with him.

It’s crazy because I lived with him for around a year with no real concerns for my safety, but today, something is off.

“What?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

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