Page 50 of Property of Prowler
“Okay. Mum’s the word.” She tucked Cass back into her side and stared at the TV, not really watching.
That brought on a whole other host of questions. Questions she didn’t want to ask. Questions she wouldn’t ask because the answers may sink her too deep into their world to get out—and get out she must. She couldn’t stay and watch Prowler with woman after woman.
He’d said she was his, but he never used the word mate. Oh god, what if Allie was his mate? Taylor could no more watch that than watch him go through women searching.
Isn’t that what the men in her books did? They knew instantly who their mate was. She and Prowler had been having sex for months, and he never went feral over her or tried to bite her.
That realization was like a gut punch. He knew Taylor wasn’t his mate, but he’d kept sleeping with her anyway. Did that mean when he found his mate he’d toss her aside, no matter how many times he said he was all in?
She really,reallycouldn’t do this.
“Taylor?”
“Yeah?”
“Who was that man the other day? The one who came to the door during Tombstone?”
“Technically, he’s my brother, but I don’t consider him that because he’s not a good person. If you ever see him around, run, Cass.”
“Oh good. I mean about him being your brother and not about him being a bad person.”
“Why?”
“Because Dad was asking if I knew who it was.”
“How did he know about that?” It was a stupid question. She’d seen one of his brothers out in front of his house when Travis left.
“The front camera picked it up, and he was jealous.”
Wait, what?
Great. Not only was that a violation of her privacy, but he was jealous when he was the one sleeping around.
Double standard much?
Her first thought was to just sell her house and break away from everything Prowler, shifters, and Kings of Anarchy.
Besides, now that Travis knew where she lived, it probably wasn’t the worst idea she’d come up with.
“Thanks for everything, Tay. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. I wish you were my mom,” Cass confessed sleepily.
Tears sprang to Taylor’s eyes. Another thing she never wanted but couldn’t imagine life without now that she’d had it.
As Taylor sat there with Cass asleep against her, she revised her plan.
Why should she sell her home for a man?
It bothered her that her mind was reverting back to running instead of fighting.
Fuck that. She would fight, but not for Prowler. She’d fight for herself.
She’d end things with him but come up with a way where he wouldn’t try to woo her back as he did last time she tried. She’d stand firm and make him want to end it. That way, she’d still be able to spend time with Cass.
And when seeing Prowler with other women or even Allie got to be too much, or she got to be too weak, she’d spend a few nights at her rental property across town. Lucky for her, it was currently vacant.
She breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn’t running. She was fighting, just on her own terms.
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