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"Me too." His response was quiet, but loud enough that I understood his yearning.
As we entered the house, I was surprised by how clean and well-maintained it was. "This is a safe house?" I asked in disbelief.
"One of many," he replied. "Each person has their own designated location, and this one happens to be one of the nicer ones."
I was intrigued. "Are there others like this?" I asked.
"I'm sure there are," he replied with a small smile.
I marveled at the thought of discovering more places like this, but Scott's next words caught me off guard. "You'll have your own room tonight," he said.
The idea of being alone made me uneasy, and I longed for the safety and comfort of having him close by. Instead of voicing my thoughts, I simply nodded and began to unpack the few groceries we had bought.
I couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances that had brought us to this safe house. "That place where I found you..." I trailed off.
"You mean the bar?" he finished for me.
"That's what it was?" I asked, surprised.
"Yup, Riddick and I just invested in the property. It's in a great location, and we'll be living in the floors above," he explained.
"Wow, that's impressive. What are you going to name it?" I asked.
He suddenly turned to me and took the steak out of my hands before putting it away. "Why the small talk?" he questioned.
Taken aback, I asked, "Do you not want to talk?"
"It's not that," he replied.
"Is there something wrong with wanting get to know more about the man who seems to know everything about me.”
"There's nothing to know."
"Bullshit!" I slammed the jar of peanut butter in my hand, against the kitchen counter.
Silence fell over us and then he arched a brow. "Hey, careful. That's my favorite kind of sandwich. "
I realized then that he was opening up to me, and it meant the world. "What's your favorite color?" I asked, eager to reciprocate.
"Blue," he replied without hesitation.
"Favorite drink?" I asked.
"A nice cold beer. Preferably a lager if they have it," he said.
"Favorite song?" I asked, curious to know more.
He smirked. "Nothing you'd listen to," he replied cryptically.
Feeling more comfortable around him, I walked over and sat down on the opposite end of the couch.
"Try me," I challenged.
"Zeppelin, Metallica, metal bands you haven't even heard of," he replied with a grin.
I nodded, admitting defeat. "Yeah, you're right."
"What about food?" he asked.
