“Say good-bye to your friends.”
“Um…” She looked to said friends, and Alex was no longer fighting to get free from Piper. Instead the pair of them were looking down at their shoes, feet shuffling about on the toilet paper coating the ground.
“Now, Rusty.”
“Good-bye?” She stared at them, eyes wide, hoping for some kind of backup. Nothing.
“See you at work Monday,” Alex called, already halfway up the driveway.
“Sorry about the…um, yeah, sorry,” Piper said, then ran after her.
Traitors.
“Let’s go,” Reid said, wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck, leading her toward the front door, or where it would have been if you could see it past the white toilet paper curtain.
Ah, crap.
Chapter Fourteen
Reid’s fingers were curled around the back of Rusty’s slender neck, over the rose inked there, hair sliding against his hand, warm and silky smooth as he led her inside. He used those seconds to calm the hell down.
What the fuck?
She was trembling. But it wasn’t from fear. She sure as shit wasn’t afraid of him. If she was afraid, she never would have thrown a goddamn rock through his window right in front of him.
Shoving aside the toilet paper blocking his way, he unlocked the door, letting it swing open. When she stood rooted to the spot, he gave her a gentle push. “In you go.”
Head down, she walked into his living room like a petulant child, one that didn’t want to admit she was wrong despite the glaring evidence. “Is this gonna take long?” she muttered.
“Sit your ass down.”
Surprisingly, she did as he said, though she scowled at him, throwing a shitload of attitude his way. “I’m sitting. Now what?”
“Now you talk to me, like you should have done when you saw me with Nina outside her hotel instead of coming to my place and messing shit up.”
She shrugged. “What do you want me to say?”
He arched a brow. Was she for real?
She grumbled something under her breath and crossed her arms. “Okay. God. I was wrong. I admit it. Sorry, whatever.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She was nowhere near as calm as she pretended to be, not at all. And as hard as he tried, he couldn’t get a handle on her mood, what she was thinking.
He took a step closer. “Why are you freaking out right now? Have I given you any reason to be afraid of me?”
“No.”
“Then what is it? Why the attitude? What do you think’s happening here?”
She turned away, stared out the window. “Just get it over with.”
“Get what over with?” She was confusing the shit out of him.
Her gaze snapped back. “End it. Finish whatever the hell we’ve been doing here. You got what you wanted, right? Me in your bed. Now you’re done with me. There’s no need to pretend that you want to carry this further. I’ve even given you an easy out. I smashed your window. Your place looks like Frosty the Freakin’ Snowman took a dump on it. Doesn’t that piss you off?”
Something inside his chest coiled tight. “What did you just say?” His voice came out rough, pure gravel.
“Doesn’t that piss you off?”
