Page 10 of Giving It to the Bad Guy

“Then what the hell are you doing around my girl?”

“Your girl?” Knife smirked. “You stepped out on your girl. Sarah hasn’t been your girl for a long time.”

“She will always be mine.”

Knife shook his head. “You’re an asshole if you think that is true. You lost her, and now you really have to deal with what you lost.”

Ralf took the boxes from him and glared. “You think you’ve got a chance with her?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“What makes you think she’s going to go for you?”

“You see, Ralf, this is where you and I differ. I know what I want, and I know I can make Sarah happy. You? You walked out on her and accused her of trying to change you. It was you that took the deputy position, you that did everything you did. I’m not going to walk away. Sarah, she’s the kind of girl you keep, and you treasure for the rest of your life.”

He walked away, heading back upstairs. Entering the apartment, he saw Sarah was huffing and puffing as she came out of her bedroom.

“Do you need some help with that?”

“Yeah, I’ve got too many clothes.” She dropped the bag, and he lifted it with ease. “Or maybe I’m just not strong enough to lift my own clothes.”

“You’re a woman,” Knife said.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“You shouldn’t have to lift anything with me around. I’m a big strapping man, and I can take care of everything.” He gave her a wink and watched her cheeks heat.

“I—I’m going to go and finish packing.”

He watched her turn around and go back into her bedroom.

Something was happening between them, and Knife was looking forward to exploring that. He wouldn’t turn his back on her. Ralf’s loss was proving to be his gain. When he’d been with her that night Pipe took Elena out the back of the bar, he’d been intrigued by this woman who’d had purple hair at the time. Her hair was back to being brown, but she had captured his attention, and held it.

At first, he’d believed she was like many other women who’d use another man to get over her current one. It hadn’t been the case.

Sarah had talked about Ralf and how she was so hurt. Most of the time he tuned out, but with Sarah, he listened, and he’d wanted to make her happy. She’d been so sad and distraught over what happened. Sarah had refused to find someone else while she’d been so cut up about her feelings for Ralf.

He’d not been able to help her other than to offer her a shoulder to cry on. Now, she was over Ralf, and he saw that she was moving on.

Moving into her small bedroom, he stared at the bare mattress, thinking about the times he’d called her when she’d been in bed.

“What’s up?” she asked. She was gathering the few items from around the room.

“Nothing. I just wanted to get a feel for the room that I talked to you in.” He looked around, not taking anything in. The scent of her surrounded him, which he found particularly comforting.

“I like it.”

She chuckled. “You do?”

“It’s so you.”

He loved hearing her laugh. “That’s pretty good seeing as it’s my room.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” Ralf asked, coming into the room.

Knife took a seat on the bare mattress as Sarah continued to put away clothes. “Nothing new. I’m just packing the last few items.”

“Do you have anything in your fridge?” Knife asked.

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