Page 221 of Rock Chick Rescue


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I noticed the clock. It was still way early.

I got up on my elbow.

“Whas goin’ on?” I mumbled. It was so early I couldn’t fully form words.

He came out of the crouch but sat on the side of the bed.

“I’m goin’ to work,” he said.

I blinked, coming quickly awake. “What about our shower?”

“Maybe we’ll shower later.”

Something was wrong. Eddie liked our showers, a lot (or, as far as I could tell he did).

I sat up feeling strange, and maybe, a little scared. “Are you mad at me?” I whispered.

His hand came out and tucked hair behind my ear. “Why would you think that?”

I felt something lodge in my throat.

I knew what it was.

It was fear.

Okay, so maybe I was a lot scared.

“Last night…Hank,” I answered.

For a second he didn’t move then he put his hands at my waist and pulled me around so I was sitting on his lap.

His lips touched my neck and he said, “I wasn’t mad at you last night.”

“You sure seemed mad.”

“That wasn’t mad, that was frustrated.”

Dear Lord, if that wasn’t mad, I wasn’t sure I wanted to see mad.

His head came up and he looked at me in the dark.

“I don’t like Marcus,” he shared.

“I think I got that.”

I could swear, even in the dark, I could see him smile. “I also don’t like seein’ you with other guys.”

“I haven’t been with other guys.”

“Vance?”

Hmm.

“Mace?”

Well, what could I say? That was a life or death situation.

“Hank?”

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