Page 18 of Regret

Scarlet was off the bike and next to him within a split second, her arms crossed in front of her chest and her foot tapping on the ground.

“Where are we?”

“My apartment building.”

She gaped at him. “Your apartment building? What, you think Wolfe doesn’t know where you live?”

“No one knows where I live. The apartment isn’t registered in my name.”

“Why not? Who you hiding from?”

Hunter leaned forward with his elbows on the bike’s dash and stared at her from under his blond hair. “No one. I just like my privacy.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “You’re full of shit.”

“And you’re ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful?”

“I saved your ass twice tonight, and I have to say that it’s real fucking rewarding when you give me that shitty attitude of yours.”

She pulled her fingers through her dark tangled hair, the red streaks falling back to frame her face. “For the second time, you did not save my ass. I had everything under control.”

This time Hunter couldn’t stop himself from laughing. He leaned back on his elbow, leisurely stretched out on his bike. “It certainly seemed like you had everything under control, yes. Especially when those two men broke down your door.” He placed a finger on his chin, looked up, and feigned a look like he was deep in thought. “Oh, and it definitely looked like you had everything under control when your bike wouldn’t start and you were seconds away from being tossed into an SUV and getting your ass hauled to wherever this Wolfe guy wants you taken.”

“Don’t be a smug asshole, Ace. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I would have come up with something in order to save my own ass if you weren’t there.” Scarlet turned around and started walking toward the exit. “So you can stop patting yourself on the back now.”

Hunter sat up. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

“As far away from you as possible.”

“I wouldn’t leave just yet if I were you.” He jumped off his bike and started following her.

“Good thing you’re not me, then.”

“You’re a real ray of sunshine, aren’t you?”

She continued walking. “You must have gotten me on a good day.”

Hunter lifted a brow. “This is you on a good day?”

“Yup.”

“Does this Wolfe guy know what a joy you are to be around? I’m sure if he does, he wouldn’t go through all this trouble to find you.”

Scarlet stopped abruptly and turned around. Hunter didn’t even have a chance to blink when she planted one motherfucker of a bitch slap on his face.

“Don’t talk about stuff you don’t know shit about.”

Hunter looked back and into her blue eyes burning with a kind of fire that beamed with anger, hate, pain…fear. The sting on his cheek was farthest from his mind as he started to feel a very pressing need to know what had this stubborn woman so fucking scared.

“Why is he after you, Scarlet?”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and for a fleeting moment Hunter saw a vulnerability in her which he hadn’t seen that entire night. But like water on duck feathers, she shook it off and her expression once again became hard.

“My life is not your concern.”

She tried to turn away from him, but he grabbed her elbow to stop her, and that was when she swung a fist at his face. Why the hell was everyone trying to smash his face in?

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