Rogue handed her the bags that
weighed the least before loading up his arms with the rest. “Leave the laundry
detergent in the truck, that stays here.” He used his head to point to the
washer and dryer in the corner of the garage.
Stevie opened the door to the house
and let him pass by since he had the heavier load. “Doesn’t the water line
freeze out there?”
Misty was standing in the kitchen
and took the bags from Stevie’s hand and put them on the counter. “Mr. Outlaw
Biker keeps his garage heated for his precious bike. I swear he’d give it a
bubble bath if he could figure out how to get it in the tub.”
The loud sound of a game show came
from the living room. Misty took Stevie’s hand. “I’m so sorry to just drop in
like this. Archie can be very insistent sometimes. If I don’t drive him where
he wants to go, I’m afraid he’ll steal the keys and try to drive himself.
Nobody wants that.”
Stevie looked to Rogue and then back
to the diminutive woman clinging to her hand. “Uh, that’s fine. I’m just
staying with Rogue for a short time. He’s doing me a favor and letting me crash
in his spare room.”
Misty winked then patted her hand.
“I know how those Steele twins are. Casanovas the both of them.” She laughed
and shook her head. “There ain’t no shame in getting caught up in those pretty
eyes of theirs. Lots of us women fall for those chocolate brown beauties.”
Jealousy shot through Stevie at the
thought of the petite woman sleeping with Rogue. It shouldn’t bother her, it’s
not like she was in a relationship with the man. Even if she wanted one.
“Misty.” Rogue’s voice held a
warning. “Did Dad have a reason for wanting to stop by?” He stood behind
Stevie and wrapped his arms around her
waist. Pulling her into his embrace, he
tucked his chin on her shoulder. The move was clearly claiming her in front of
the other woman.
Misty shook her head and grinned.
“You know how he gets sometimes. Archie came thundering into the den and threw
down his jacket and said he was going to ‘Mac’s house to watch college
football.’” Misty was putting away groceries as she spoke.
Stevie felt like she should be doing
something to help. She started to
move away from Rogue, but he tightened his grip. She smiled and turned to kiss
his cheek when her burner cell rang. That was odd.
He looked at his father’s assistant.
“College football season is over. He probably forgot about it before he got
here. He seems happy to be watching game shows.”
After pulling the cell from her
pocket she looked at the number. Only two people would have this number: Rogue
and Detective Martin. Usually, he just texted code for times of meetings. The
screen read “Anonymous” and that gave her pause. Hitting the button, she
brought the phone to her ear but didn’t speak.
“Thanks for answering bitch. Now I
can track you down and finish you off.”
Her body began to shake, and her
vision became fuzzy around the edges.
“You’ll never be out of my
The line went dead. The phone slipped from her numb fingers to clatter to the floor.