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“Abusive twat,” Thorne repeated, “and, here I thought that you didn’t cuss.”

“I never said that I don’t cuss. I just said that I’d prefer that you not do it in front of my daughter. I try to be the best version of myself for my daughter and if that means holding my tongue and not cursing, then so be it.”

“I’ll try to do better, but I can’t make any promises,” Thorne said.

“You pointed that out in the car, on the way here. I appreciate any effort that you’re willing to make, Thorne,” she said. “Do you have any other questions for me?”

He nodded, “Besides your cell phone, is there any other way that your ex might be able to track you?”

“Unless he’s sewn trackers into our clothing, I don’t think so,” she said. “I ditched my car at Savage’s place, and he said that he’d hide it, just in case anyone came looking for it. Sooner or later, Joe might put together that Savage and I are related. I didn’t tell him much about my family, but as I’ve already said, he has money and resources to find me. He’ll turn over all the stones that lead to me, and I’d hate for Savage and his family to get hurt in the process.”

“You never have to worry about him getting to Savage. He’s got a lot of guys at Savage Hell who have his back. They’d all give their lives for him. Plus, Savage is pretty bad ass and can take care of himself. Don’t worry about him. He’s been through a bunch of shit and come out on the other side.”

“Yeah, that’s one of the reasons why my father warned me to stay away from him. He and Savage’s father had a falling out when I was just a teenager. My father told me to stay away from him, and honestly, left me no choice but to obey him.”

“What kind of falling out?” Thorne asked.

“I’m not sure. I don’t remember much of the fight. My father accused his father of stealing the love of his life away, and I’ve always wondered if he was talking about Savage’s mother. I mean, I don’t remember my uncle being with any other women. If my suspicions are true, then I feel bad for my mother. She died when I was a kid and I know that she loved my father like mad. She used to tell me that he was the best man she had ever known. If Savage’s dad stole the love of my father’s life, then he wasn’t talking about my mother, and I guess that just makes me sad for her.”

“Yeah, that would suck for your mom. I’m sorry that your father and Uncle’s fight tore your family apart, but it’s great that you and Savage have each other now.” It was pretty great that she had the guts to find Savage and ask him for help, but they had a long way to go before they’d be a part of each other’s lives again. Heck, she didn’t even catch all his kids’ names when he introduced them to her earlier.

“I hope that once this nightmare is over, we’ll be able to get to know each other again. So much has changed since we last hung out,” she said.

“I bet,” Thorne said. “Listen, I’m going to lock up and check on everything before heading to bed. You good?” he asked. Thorne stood from the sofa and damn it—she couldn’t stop herself from looking him over. He might be older than the men she usually dated, but he was hot as sin and made her think about doing things with an older man that she shouldn’t think about.

“Nope, I’m good,” she lied. Her nerves were on edge and now, she was thinking dirty thoughts about a man who was almost old enough to be her father. Yeah, she was definitely not all right.

“Night, Rose,” Thorne said on his way into the kitchen. He didn’t bother to look back at her and she had no reason to be butt hurt about that fact, but she was.


They had been trappedat the safe house for well over two weeks now and Thorne hated how much he had come to like Rose. He went to bed every night thinking about her and woke up every morning excited to see her. They had been eating every meal together and he thought that it might be nice to ask her to have dinner with him after Sadie went down to sleep. He really wanted to call their dinner a date, but he also knew that doing so might scare Rose off and that was the last thing he wanted—especially with how close they were becoming.

“There you are,” he said, finding her playing with Sadie in her room.

“Yeah, I put Sadie down for a nap, but she had other ideas. She found me in here folding laundry and demanded to help.” He smiled at the toddler who was sitting in the empty clothes basket, the floor littered around her with clean, unfolded clothing.

“I can see that she’s being a big help,” he said.

Rose giggled and the sound rang through the room. “Yeah, she’s usually a huge help when it comes to housework, but I appreciate that she tries.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind giving you a hand,” Thorne offered. Rose had been washing most of his clothes with hers and Sadie’s. It was strange having someone take care of something like that for him. Rose said that she felt she owed him for all the help he had given to her and Sadie, but he hated she felt that way. She owed him nothing, but he appreciated her helping him out.

“You don’t have to do that,” Rose said, as he grabbed a handful of clothes from the floor and started folding them. He wasn’t sure how she liked things, but he could at least give it a try. She watched him as he folded Sadie’s little pajamas and laid them on the bed with the other folded clothing. When Rose didn’t make a move to correct what he had done, he felt a crazy sense of accomplishment.

He knew that this was his chance to ask Rose to have dinner with him as they quietly folded clothes together. “Um, I was thinking,” he started.

“Oh, I don’t know you well enough yet to think that’s a good or bad thing,” she teased.

“It could go either way,” he joked. “But I was thinking that we should have dinner together tonight.”

“Okay, but I don’t know why you’re thinking about that. We have dinner every night together,” she countered.

“Well, yeah, but I was thinking that we could have a nice dinner—you know just the two of us once Sadie goes to bed.” Rose looked at him hurt and he instantly regretted his words.

“You don’t like eating dinner with Sadie?” she spat.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I was just saying that it might be nice to have dinner just the two of us,” he said again. He wasn’t sure if he was screwing everything up, but from the look on her face, he knew that was the case.

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