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He narrowed his eyes at her. “Isn’t that what all you women want? Men to apologize and act like pussies all the damn time?”
“Wow, you have such a high opinion of women, don’t you?” she laughed darkly. “What’s the problem, Rogue? Got your heart broken by a woman and now you blame the rest of us?”
“No,” he snapped, patience running thin. This wasn’t supposed to go like this. He was going to apologize, she was going to accept, and he was going to leave. Now he was here arguing over stupid shit. “Look, are you going to accept my apology or not?”
She sighed. “Fine, I accept your shitty apology. You can leave now.”
He should be happy with that, but instead more words just come flying out of his mouth. “You running from someone, or from the law?” Silently he kicked himself. Why couldn’t he just shut the hell up?
The shutters came down over her eyes. “I never said I was running,” she told him coolly. “Look, Rogue, you and I are not friends and I’m not about to lay any problem I may or may not have at your feet. You and your club are safe from me and my drama, I promise, and from what you’ve said that is all you care about. You can stop following me, stop prying into my life, and we can live in the same town and rarely run into each other. Alright?”
It should be. “Fine, but my offer still stands. You or the girls need help, you find either me or one of my club brothers. We’ll help you.”
“Goodbye, Rogue,” she said simply before turning, opening the door, and walking inside.
He turned slowly and headed back to his bike. He should feel a hell of a lot better, but instead, he felt worse and it pissed him off. He needed to forget about Scarlett Roarke and focus on his own life.
She wasn’t his problem, and the sooner he accepted that, the better off he would be.
CHAPTEREIGHT
SCARLETT
One Week Later
She knew he was out there. Again. Just like she had known every day this week. She couldn’t see him, and she’d tried, but she knew he was watching her. She had thought about going out a couple of times and confronting him, but something stopped her. Walking out to him was like walking towards a waiting predator.
So instead, she sat in her window seat, looking out into the darkness and wondering what the hell she was going to do about him.
She should probably be afraid, or at the very least, pissed that he was doing this. Instead, she found herself almost amused, and hell, a little flattered that she had warranted this much attention from a man like Rogue. What was he hoping to see? Her planning some big escape or plotting some kind of attack on him and his club? He was in for a very rude awakening if that was the case. Her life was boring, and he was wasting his time.
After she had slammed the door in his face the other night, she had ignored all questions from the girls, instead telling them that they had run into each other at the grocery store and got irritated at each other. He apologized for being rude and she accepted. It was close enough that they had let it go. Now, though, she wondered if she had been a bit harsh.
She had been pissed, panicked even, but he had come over to apologize. If you could call that lame-assed attempt an apology. Still, she had a feeling that coming from him, it was as close to one as he had ever given. She hadn’t even questioned how he knew where she lived. He’d admitted to following her, which meant he had probably followed her home.
Now that she’d had some time to get past her emotions, she could admit that maybe she overreacted a little bit. He had threatened her, but he also had followed up with telling her if she was in trouble to find him and he would help her. A contradiction at its finest, but still, why would he do that if he thought she was a danger?
He was obviously protective of his club, and the kids under his charge. Was she any different with the girls? If she thought someone was a threat to them, they wouldn’t know what hit them by the time she was done. So if she didn’t want to feel like a huge hypocrite, she was going to have to forgive him and forget about it.
That didn’t mean she wanted him spying on her like a stalker, but short of going out there and confronting him, what else could she do?
Movement out of the corner of her eye pulled her out of her thoughts, and she stared in shock as Rogue emerged from the darkness, crossed the street, and headed right for her front door. What the hell?
She was up and moving quickly. When she rushed into the living room, she stopped abruptly when she realized Wren was letting him in and telling him what she thought of his stalker skills. “If you’re trying to be a creeper, you’re succeeding,” she informed him haughtily. “You really need to work on that if you don’t want to get caught. We saw you on the camera every damn night, and now you just walk up to the house? Where did you learn these skills anyway?”
“Do you always talk so much?” he asked her mildly, giving her a hard look.
Wren gave him a coy smirk. “You’re not familiar with women, are you? Or have you just had so much sex and done so many drugs that your brain is permanently impaired?”
“Wren,” Scarlett barked, wanting her to stop talking before she got herself into more trouble.
“His brain is probably rattled loose from riding on his bike,” Win hollered from their room. Wren nodded in agreement.
Rogue huffed out a loud sigh. “Are you all smartasses?” he asked drily.
“We are with wannabe stalkers that need stealth lessons,” Wren answered sweetly.
Scarlett would have found this whole situation amusing any other time, but right now, she was far too confused on what the hell he was doing in her house. She could handle him being outside, she’d accepted that, but him being in here was making it far too clear just how close he was. Standing in their little house, he was almost larger than life. His head was only about half a foot from hitting the ceiling, and with him wearing such dark clothing and his cut, he exuded danger. “What are you doing here?” she demanded sharply.
