Page 90 of Rogue's Path
Several of my brothers decided to make sure everything went well, it seems, and they aren’t being nonchalant about watching us. “Integer, bring her bags to Vandal and have him scan them for bugs. Bear, would you call her friend and tell her Peaches is staying here.”
“There’s no need to do that,” Peaches chimes in from behind me. “I left her house several days ago. And I told the other friend I was visiting that I was boarding a plane tonight.”
What? Why did she even question that I would protect her? “To where?”
“At first, it was going to be Alaska to learn to build igloos. Then I thought I could go white water rafting near Colorado, but both of those sounded too cold. So I booked a safari in Africa.”
She was going to run away to Africa. Why? We need to talk a lot more. But not today.
Integer takes the purse and suitcases and walks towards the labyrinth.
We follow at a slower pace.
“Rogue,” Havoc says as I reach for the door handle. “Don’t forget you have to leave to deliver that custom order tomorrow.”
That would be hard for me to forget since Integer was scheduled to do it three days from now, because his grandmother lives near there. Why is Havoc—To get her out of town, which would keep her safe and give us some privacy. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning.”
This place is safer than Fort Knox, but my brothers don’t understand the meaning of privacy. They’re the nosiest, meddling bunch I’ve ever met.
Which is what we need now. I take Peaches through the labyrinth to my room. “You can change here, and then relax, watch some television, or play some games.” What am I going to give her to change into? It’s not like I have a robe lying around or any women’s clothes. One of the old ladies would help out. Peaches is small enough that one of my tees might work. Seeing her in my clothes…This is not the time to think about that. I walk over to the drawer.
“Whose room is this?” Peaches asks from where she stands next to the doorway.
Does she think I would take her to another man’s room? “It’s my room.”
“Yours? You brought me to your room. Are all of you crazy, or are women completely interchangeable to you?”
Huh?
“What will your old lady think of me being in your room and wearing your clothes?”
“My old lady?” What is she talking about?
“Don’t even bother trying to pretend. I saw her with you.”
Saw her?
“Your friends were impressive. Not one of them slipped up, and I’m pretty good at knowing when people are lying.”
Lying? Old lady? When could Peaches have seen me — “Rhys? You’re talking about Rhys.”
“Duh.”
Why do I find her so sexy when she’s angry? This explains why she went to Havoc and not me. And why she insisted that I not kiss her. “Rhys isn’t my girlfriend. She’s a tattoo artist who came for the funeral. Her husband and kids couldn’t make it, and there weren’t any more bikes available, so she rode on the back of mine.”
“What?” Peaches shakes her head. “You aren’t—”
I step forward. “The only person I’m interested in right now—“ and probably for the foreseeable future “—is you.”
“Really?”
“Really. I’m not your stalker, and I don’t have a girlfriend. I haven’t had one in a few years.”
She runs to me, wrapping her arms around me as her body crashes into mine.
Now that’s more like it.
“I was so angry when I saw her with you. And so jealous.”
