Rough Hard Fierce by Skye Warren

Author:Skye Warren [Warren, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Bailey was fed and—hallelujah—sleeping. I was halfway asleep too, but this laundry wouldn’t fold itself. It was a load of linens, though. No Colin underwear tonight. I stifled the urge to giggle. It really was getting late.

A soft scratching came from the front door. I tensed. More shuffling. The break-in at my apartment flashed through my mind. Worse things than random junkie burglars lurked as well. It could be something mixed up with Philip’s business. Plus, threats could come with badges and warrants.

I tiptoed over to the window and peeked around the side. I had a clear view of the front of the door. Nothing.

That was worse.

This was the part in the scary movie where the girl did something stupid while the audience groaned. She would open the door and let the bad guy in. No, she’d open the door, and it would turn out the bad guy was already in the house. Shit, I was scaring myself. I could suddenly understand her compulsion to find out. Knowing had to be better than sitting here pissing myself.

I opened the door a crack—chain firmly in place—and the orange cat squeezed through the gap and into the house.

I sighed in relief. “Stupid cat.”

The cat leaped onto the coffee table and curled up amid the stacks of sheets and towels.

“Make yourself at home,” I said, but cats don’t care about sarcasm, and I didn’t have the heart to throw him out. This night was dark and scary. Or at least lonely.

“If you shit on the towels,” I told him, “I will turn you into a shag rug.” He seemed unconcerned. I took this to mean he was potty trained.

Headlights swerving against the wall and a low rumble told me Colin was home. He unlocked the back door and then was in front of me. “Sorry I’m late.”

I should tell him I saw Andrew. Now, before I lost the chance. “I worried about you.”

He ran his thumb across my lips. “Pretty girl.”

“Are you…drunk?”

He shook his head slowly. “A little bit.”

“You shouldn’t drive like this.” I didn’t want to nag, but it was only the truth. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

He pulled me close and rested his face in my hair. He smelled like smoke. “I like you.”

Wow, he really shouldn’t have driven. Clearly it would do no good to talk about it now. “Come on,” I said. “To bed with you.”

His arms tightened. Seemed no one was much for sleep in this household.

“You’ll feel better in the morning,” I said.

“Feel good now.” His voice was muffled in my hair.

“That was a lie anyway,” I said. “You’ll feel worse in the morning, but you still have to sleep.”

I pulled back, and this time he let me go. Leading him by the hand, we went upstairs. I pushed him into the bathroom and shut the door, then listened until I heard the water running before changing into a nightshirt.

Ten minutes passed, and I debated knocking when he opened the door. Completely naked.

Though—and I double-checked—not aroused.

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