Page 108 of Rogue's Path
None of the other men look like him. But most of the cars hold families. A stalker wouldn’t be riding around with his family. Though that would make a great twist to a book.
Don’t stress out. Rogue is less than two feet away.
Everything is fine.
You’re safe.
No one is following you.
“Ready?” Rogue asks from behind me.
I paste a smile on my face so he doesn’t worry about me. “Sure am. How are we going to work this shared-room thing?”
“Most rooms in motels have two beds. It won’t be an issue.”
True. “We’ll be like college roommates. Only you won’t steal my makeup and turn off my alarm clock when you want to sleep in.”
“I might turn off your alarm clock if we’ve had a late night.”
He’s cute. Too cute for my peace of mind. It’s a good thing he loves me. That’s still a hard thing to wrap my head around.
“Did you hear the clerk mention anything about their honeymoon suite?” Rogue asks as he opens the door.
Uh oh.
***
That was the longest walk, and the slowest meal that we’ve ever enjoyed on this trip. Both of us seem to be trying to avoid going back to the room. But we’ve run out of excuses.
It’s time for bed.
The huge heart bed in the middle of the room mocks us as we step in. What motel springs for a custom-made bed? A cheesy one at that.
“You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Always the gentleman. But I’m not letting him ruin his night. “That’s not necessary. The bed is big enough for us to share.”
“Peaches, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from hugging you if we share.”
“You didn’t make any promises not to hug me.” And I certainly didn’t make any promises not to hug you.
“Peaches.”
“What?” I give him those innocent eyes they talk about in movies and books. At least I hope mine looks like that. The laughter I’m trying to hold back might be hampering that a little.
“You plan on tormenting me, don’t you?”
“Maybe. I’ll take the bathroom first.” This way, I can settle into bed for the perfect view to check for that tattoo of his. Who gets someone tattooed on them before they even start dating?
Rogue knew he wanted me. That determination and confidence make my decision even easier.
He’s right, we’re going to be together for a very long time.
After getting ready in the spacious red bathroom, I fluff the pillows and keep a sharp eye out for him while pretending to watch the television.
“What do you think you’re wearing?” I screech when he steps out.
“Pajamas.”
