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He thought about it again when he took up his normal position across the street and watched as she got herself ready for bed. Her curtains were closed, but he could make out her movements inside in the low light. The way her body moved and swayed, and he could just make out her stripping off her clothes and putting on her pajamas.
Would it be the cotton number she’d worn a few different times? Or would it be the little silk tank top and shorts that she’d worn one night? He waited, knowing that he was a sick asshole to get off on this, but he didn’t care.
When she moved to the window, he waited. He could make out her reaching for the curtain, then stopping herself, and backing away. The light went off, and he settled in for the night. She was running scared, but he had given her something to dream about. He was almost okay with that.
He’d give her a little more time, and if she still gave him nothing, he was going to have to make a choice once and for all. Did he walk away, or did he keep pushing until she finally gave in? And was he ready?
CHAPTERTWELVE
WREN
One Week Later
“Is he still out there?” Win asked softly. Neither of them wanted to risk waking up Scarlett. She’d been in a crappy mood all week, and both of them knew it had to do with a certain biker that apparently didn’t get the hint to go away and never return.
Wren wasn’t sure of his motives, but she was aiming to find out. Tonight. If he was some kind of creep, she knew Lewis and Marc would help her get rid of him. Hell, she could probably figure out a way herself.
She and Win looked at the camera feed on their phones again and saw him leaning back against the large tree that had become his watching post. Every so often he would shift around, like he was trying to get comfortable. It was well past midnight, and he had been there for about two hours already.
“What the hell is his problem?” Wren muttered, more to herself than for Win. “Why won’t he just go away?”
“Maybe he’s got the hots for Scarlett,” Win said with a shrug.
Wren gave her a pitying look. “Of course he does,” she snapped softly. “Any man with eyes can see she’s hot. But anynormalman would get tired of sitting around waiting by now. So he has to have some kind of ulterior motive.”
Win slowly nodded, eyes never leaving the camera. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or not that he’s been so consistent,” she said absently. “I mean, he doesn’t look at his phone, doesn’t smoke, nothing. If we hadn’t put the cameras up to watch him, we’d never know he was there. He’s next level good at making sure he’s not spotted.”
“But he knows about the camera,” Wren reasoned. “You would think he would pick a different spot if he didn’t want to be seen again.”
It was puzzling, and Wren didn’t like it.
She hated not being in control. She knew it stemmed from their time in captivity, but she was working hard to not let it rule her life. It was impossible to control everything, and Win was helping her get past it. They had talked to the shrinks Scarlett sent them to, but they didn’t understand. How could they? They had such a cushy life and never once had to sleep in a damn dog cage, chained up and starved because the people who held them wanted them to be skinny and weak. Easier to control.
Even now, she could sometimes feel those chains around her neck, and it only made her more determined never to feel it again. If this Rogue guy was one ofthem, trying to lure them into a false sense of security, she was going to make him very sorry.
She and Win had been practicing their fighting and knife skills secretly for the past couple of years. Thanks to their friends, they had taken some classes offered around town that Scarlett knew nothing about. The classes weren’t in the best of neighbourhoods, and the instructors looked like they had done their fair share of prison time, but it had helped them immensely. They were confident enough to know that they could put up a hell of a fight if they were somehow taken again.
“Scarlett’s out, so we should go now to talk to him,” Win whispered.
“Out the window?” Wren asked, already moving towards it. Win nodded, and they quietly slid the window open and carefully climbed out. The best part of their room was that there was a huge tree right beside it and they could shimmy out and down to the ground with ease.
On quiet feet, they made their way along the house and then across the street.
“Aren’t you two supposed to be asleep?” his deep voice asked from the shadows.
“Aren’t you supposed to be home in your own bed and not acting like a creep?” Wren shot back easily, moving into the bushes and standing a few feet away from him. Win stood next to her, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at the man sitting against the tree.
He sighed, climbed to his feet, one knee bent with his foot back against the tree trunk as he crossed his arms and stared at them. “No chance of you two going back to bed, is there?” he asked tiredly.
“About as much chance as there is of you leaving us alone,” Win replied sweetly. Wren didn’t bother answering, just stared at him.
“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Scarlett,” he said calmly. “I want to know what you’re running from. The truth. Not that bullshit you fed me the other day.”
Wren figured he didn’t believe them. Damn it, now what were they going to say? There was no way they were going to tell him the truth. At least, not until they figured out just what his motivations were.
“Calling us liars now, huh?” she drawled at him, shaking her head.
“If the shoe fits,” he said with a careless shrug.
