Page 99 of Somebody's Watching Me
Placing the call on video, Jamison aimed the phone at Annabeth. “Annabeth is telling us how she wants Rowan to fuck her so hard she forgets her name.”
Laying on her back in bed, Evie stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth. Samuel had forbidden her or the girls to leave the house, even to come to Haven, and the four of them had spent the last few days making the best of a bad situation together.
“That sounds fun.” Evie turned her head to the side. “Can you do that?”
“I am not involved in this conversation.” Samuel’s voice came from off-screen. “And you know damn well I can do that, Evangeline.”
Evie giggled. “Is amnesia by sex going to happen tonight?”
“It can’t happen.” Annabeth shook her head. “Never, ever.”
“Why?” Samuel’s face appeared, wedging in next to Evie’s on the pillow. “He’s serious about this.”
Annabeth groaned, her face scrunching tight. “That’s the problem. He wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him.”
“I’m so confused,” Samuel mumbled, shifting to look at his wife. “Please tell me you’re confused.”
“I am kind of confused,” Evie absently rubbed the stubble on his cheek as she frowned at Annabeth through the phone. “Why are we not having sexy times with Rowan?”
Jamison rolled her eyes. Of course, they didn’t get it. The old Samuel and Evie were ghosts. Forgotten and left in the past and replaced by these two well-adjusted lunatics. “Rowan represents forever, but Rowan also represents the possibility of getting hurt.”
“He doesn’t live here. His entire family lives in Texas.” Annabeth ticked off each point with her fingers. “Rowan might want to be with me now, but after a while, he’ll get bored and move on.” She took a deep breath. “I know I’m not that strong and can’t put myself through the heartbreak.”
“You’re so wrong.” Samuel dropped some popcorn into his mouth. “Every week I get an email from him requesting a transfer here. Rowan is not the type to make decisions on a whim.”
“Yeah, but then say he comes here and realizes how boring life is with me at Haven House and moves on. Or worse, stays because he feels obligated.” Annabeth swiped up the witch’s hat and jammed it on her head. “I’m fighting hard to one day be able to stand on my own. Yet, I know that day might never come, and if I’m trapped, I’m trapped, but I won’t trap him with me. I won’t become a burden.”
“Did David make you feel that way?” Samuel asked.
It was a good question. Everyone waited while Annabeth thought it through, even though Jamison already knew the answer. The ex-boyfriend wasn’t Rowan. Not even close. Rowan lived life to the fullest, every second of every day, and hanging around Haven House all the time would be a dramatic shift in his lifestyle.
Annabeth shook her head. “No, he never did.”
Brows pinching together, Samuel looked even more confused. “Then why do you think that will happen with Rowan?”
Her brother might be a genius, but sometimes he could be pretty dense. “Because a small-town cop is not Rowan McIntyre,” Jamison said. “While I agree she shouldn’t be worried, I get why she’s nervous.”
“Rowan is larger than life. He’s smart, and rich,” Evie tried to explain. “He’s seen and done things.”
“And let’s not forget what he looks like. He’s got that black hair that’s always kind of messy, but on purpose,” Lenora piped up. “And those cheekbones. I would kill for that man’s cheekbones. Combo all that with the piercing blue eyes and the wholeI can make you scream my name for hoursattitude, and you’ve got yourself a top-tiered kind of man.”
“What does that mean?” Samuel whispered to Evie, and when she didn’t reply, he nudged her shoulder. “Do I look like I could make you scream my name for hours?”
“Yes.” Evie’s gaze slid to her husband. “But Rowan is a different kind of sexy.”
“And then the height and the freaking body that makes you want to rip his shirt off.” Lenora fiddled with her bun, shivering as she spoke. “And those tattoos that make you want to, mmmm…”
Annabeth arched an eyebrow at Lenora. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Lenora replied seriously. “I don’t think I am.”
“A badass to the world and a bad boy in bed,” Evie added. “Annabeth, think of the orgasms. One is all you need. One orgasm from that man and you can end it.”
“One? Girl, you’ve seen me eat M&M’s. I can’t stop gobbling when it’s good.” Annabeth groaned in frustration. “How on earth do you think I can just walk away from Rowan McIntyre with only one in my pocket?”
“Get a solid dozen,” Lenora agreed. “And we’re going to need a report on his size. It’s got to be impressive.”
“Oh my God, he’s huge!” Annabeth spread her hands to show Rowan’s length like a man would show off a fish he’d just caught. “As in, it makes me nervous.”
