Page 20 of Same Rogue
He missed living with someone. He missed having someone give a shit about how his day went. He missed brushing his teeth next to a woman and teasing her before bed and chasing her around the living room when she tried to steal the last bite of ice cream sandwich on a hot day. He missed the laughter. He missed the little stupid dog she just had to have. He missed having something soft, sensitive, and feminine to take care of.
What an awful feeling to start admitting all of this to himself. This was the problem with Kit. One night with her, and she’d made him start to question everything.
He’d left her on read earlier. More guilt. More guilt. More guilt.
He opened his phone, and she’d sent him more money. Tough woman. He had a feeling she’d been through it and had become hyper independent from whatever dynamic she had existed in while she lived in the McIver Pack. He had this insane urge to learn more about her. He wanted to know the meaning of every tattoo she’d driven into her skin. He wanted to know where she’d learned to bartend like that. How she still felt light and airy, even when she talked about hard things. He wanted to ask her what she’d done to bewitch him.
She was too damn interesting for her own good.
He opened her text and sank down onto the couch. He reread it three times.
I’m so sorry. I would never try to replace anyone. We both lost our minds tonight. Also, I don’t do that. What we did. I’m not a one-night stand girl. I just didn’t want you thinking that about me.
She’d apologized twice now. One for asking about Amelia, and one for sleeping with him. That was on him. He’d made her feel bad. He hated that part.
She didn’t deserve to feel used like that. He winced and shook his head. He hadn’t been using her though. He had reallywanted her. Fuck, he wanted her again right now. He was ready again. He wanted to take his time with her body. She was so pretty, smelled so good. She had an understanding soul that showed up in her pretty smoke gray eyes. Freaking Vic and Lyric for drawing her here and ruining them both. It was best not to respond and just let her think he was an asshole. He was. It would be easier for her to go back to her old life.
He pulled up her social media page again just to look at the profile pic. It was small, just a thumbnail sized pic, and he tried to zoom in on it and got frustrated when it didn’t work. He tossed his phone to the couch and made his way into his office to print the paperwork from the email that matchmaker had sent him earlier.
He would take it by in the morning.
Why wasn’t he tired? It was going on four in the morning and he was wide awake.
Work was going to be rough tomorrow if he didn’t get some sleep.
Tomorrow would be the reset. He could do this. He could get the paperwork signed, Kit would go back to Alabama, he would get back to normal life and put this all behind him. His memories of Amelia would sharpen again, and he would talk to her parents and explain.
Everything would be fine once Kit left Coeur d’Alene.
Yeah.
Everything would be fine.
Chapter Seven
A firm knock rapped on the door and Kit startled hard. She was still wrapped in a towel and her wet hair hung in tendrils down her bare shoulders. The bathroom had made the entire room steamy.
“I don’t need housekeeping,” she called.
Another knock sounded. Crap. She scrunched her hair in one hand and then reached for the door handle and pulled it open.
Bridger stood there.
Kit yelped and closed the door as hard as she could, then stood there frozen staring at it. Maybe she’d imagined him. No, wait! He’d said he was going to bring the paperwork by.
Crap!
“Um, hang on, I’m not decent.”
“I was literally inside of you last night. I think you’re good,” Bridger deadpanned from the other side.
Oh. Right.
Kit counted to three to calm her nerves and then pulled the door open. She forced a smile as he came in.
“How did you sleep?” she asked, searching for anything to say to get them out of this awkward moment.
“I didn’t sleep a wink. You?”
