Rohan looked like he was going to sigh. “I’m not holding my breath on that.”
“It has to be empty.”
I really hoped it was empty.
Wait.
Could the box of books be in there?
How long had it been since I’d seen what was down there?
Shoot. Maybe the monster under the bed actually lived under the stairs?
Rohan didn’t seem to have considered that as he headed out of my bedroom and downstairs, but I wasn’t sure if warning him would be a good idea. He’d been kind of testy after searching under my bed for the third time.
His patience with the mess was amazing...but we were going to have to work on it when it came to monsters.
“Go check the bed.” Rohan must’ve been psychic because he called out from downstairs without having even seen me.
“I’m looking.” Kind of.
His snort carried through the house louder than he probably thought.
Yep, he wasn’t being rude. He probably just had a cold.
“Don’t bullshit me if you want an orgasm and to be saved from the gremlins.” His threat had me quietly hurrying to the guest room and hoping he couldn’t hear me walking.
He wouldn’t do it, though.
Rohan wanted Teddy’s story too much to let me get eaten by monsters or die from a lack of orgasms.
“Found it.” Ha. I hadn’t lost it. “I have two. I didn’t know that.”
Wait.
Were there three under there?
Why did I have so many suitcases?
Deciding it was probably something I’d done instead of the gremlins since they were all black and looked exactly the same, I didn’t see a reason to tattle on myself about it to Rohan.
“I’ll get clothes.” And my computer and my mug and maybe a few notebooks.
Just in case.
There could never be too many notebooks, and if I was lucky, he’d keep me for a few days. It’d be like an erotic vacation. I just wouldn’t tell Lori in case she took that kidnapping fantasy a bit too seriously.
She sometimes didn’t understand the difference between reality and fiction.
Chapter 8
Rohan
“What are you doing?” I knew the answer wouldn’t be what I was expecting, so I just waited while his attention turned back to me.
Knox had been studying my living room like he was going to use it as the stage for his next murder, but I wasn’t expecting anything that logical. “I was hoping the gremlins wouldn’t follow us but then I realized I didn’t know everything in your house.”
I must’ve looked as confused as I felt because he shrugged and kept explaining without much of a prompt.
