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“You sure?” he asked gruffly as he walked towards her.
She gave him a small smile as she stood and looked into his eyes. “Can’t promise I won’t have any nightmares, but I feel like I’ll be okay.”
“Won’t let anything get to you, Scarlett,” he said softly, holding her eyes. “I’ll protect you, even when you’re dreaming.”
She didn’t answer. She just held out her hand to him and led him upstairs when he took it.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
SCARLETT
“No, you’re doing it wrong,” Wren said in frustration, glaring at Rogue.
“Seriously, who taught you to cook?” Win agreed, rolling her eyes and trying to move him out of the way. Scarlett had to hide her smile, because moving Rogue was like moving a mountain, the man barely budged. Instead, he ignored them and continued making pancakes and bacon on the stove.
Who knew that the big, grumpy biker could cook?
“How about you two sit your asses down and leave me the hell alone?” he suggested mildly.
“We would if you knew how to properly make pancakes.” Wren let out a gasp of horror when he flipped the pancake over and it became half mangled. “No, no, no,” she said decisively, shoving him with both hands. This time, he moved and she grabbed up the spatula. “Get the hell away from the stove and never touch it again. God save me from men.”
“Amen,” Win seconded, taking up position beside her sister and flipping the bacon in the pan.
Rogue smirked and walked back around towards Scarlett. “And that’s how you make sure you never have to cook again,” he murmured in her ear as he moved to stand slightly behind her.
She grinned up at him. “Good plan,” she agreed in a low voice.
“We heard that,” Wren said drily from the stove. She didn’t bother turning around to look at them.
Rogue’s phone rang in his pocket and he pulled it out. “It’s Savage. I’ll be back,” he said absently as he put the phone to his ear and walked out to the front porch.
Scarlett watched him for a moment. It was strange waking up to him in her bed this morning, but at the same time, it was the best damn sleep she’d had in a long time. He held her all night, curled around her, his erection prodding at her ass. If the girls hadn’t been across the hall, and she hadn’t been so damn tired, she probably would have helped him with that, but instead she had ignored it and drifted off to sleep.
This morning, she had woken up to him still curled around her, but watching her with blue, hungry eyes. But before she had been able to kiss him the way she wanted, the door to her room burst open and both girls rushed in, jumping on the end of the bed and demanding pancakes. Rogue, of course, had been annoyed and told them to make their own damn food.
Of course, that meant an argument ensued, and she finally told the girls to let them get up. Rogue had threatened to lock the damn door from now on, which resulted in the girls proclaiming their love for picking locks, so that idea was nothing more than a challenge.
Scarlett decided to stay out of it, and had gone to grab a shower while he got dressed and headed down to start breakfast with the girls. Though not before kissing the hell out of her, and giving her ass a couple of good squeezes. For a man who had never been in a serious relationship, he sure was a fast learner, she thought.
“Who’s Savage again?” Win asked curiously.
“He’s in the club,” Scarlett answered slowly, trying to place the name. “I want to say he’s the President, but I’m not sure. I think I only met him once when he brought Ronin to the library.”
“So now that you two are a thing, does that mean we get to hang out with the bikers too?” Wren asked curiously.
Scarlett straightened and pinned both girls with a narrowed-eyed stare. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned them.
“What?” they said innocently.
She pointed at them. “You know what. The last thing I need is Rogue’s club getting pissed at you two for some hair-brained scheme.” Neither replied, just smiled at her. She knew better.
Lord help her. These girls were far too smart for their own good.
The front door opened and Rogue came back in, a frown on his face. “What’s up now, Grouch?” Wren quipped. “Someone steal your trash can?” Win snickered.
Rogue glared at them. “Convent is sounding better and better.”
“Whatever,” Wren said carelessly. “Pancakes are done. You know, after I rescued them from your terrible cooking.”
