Page 57 of Reaper's Claim

“Grow up, Kade.” Drake growled, “So you haven’t seen her?”

“No, I haven’t.” I didn’t like lying to my brother, but it wasn’t like I had a bloody choice. “Now piss off, would ya? I don’t like early mornings.”

Drake didn’t back down easy so he stood there a bit longer, staring me down. Wasn’t until he finally decided that I didn’t know shit that he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Throwing the blankets back, I scanned the bedroom floor, and when shit didn’t make sense, I found myself frowning.

My en-suite door swung open, and Abby’s wide eyes locked with mine. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but my eyes drifted down to her bare legs, and the sight of her half-naked just didn’t help my brain to function.

“Drake’s looking for you.” I strung a sentence together and ripped my eyes away from her. Just don’t look at her, then maybe I wouldn’t say something stupid.

I heard her scoff and couldn’t help but look back in her direction. She tore my top off and threw it at me. In a flash, before I could see anything, she pulled her dress down over her head.

I didn’t know what I wanted her to say and it wasn’t until she walked out, quietly closing the door behind her, that I realized I wanted her to say something.

Chapter 22

Reaper

Abby was avoiding me. She couldn’t make it more obvious if she tried. When I walked into a room, she would walk out. She blocked every call and made sure that I never had an opportunity to speak to her.

I knew why she was doing it. She didn’t want to talk about whatnearly happened.Maybe she was embarrassed, or maybe she just couldn’t face me.

I had taken her up to my room, to do what I had wanted to do ever since I laid eyes on her. If it were up to me, the night would have gone very differently.

Instead, she bailed—literally. She freaked out and ran into my bathroom. I don’t know how many hours I wasted speaking to that bloody bathroom door, but she wouldn’t come out. Not once.

Not until my brother made an appearance.

Was she ashamed? Did she hate me that much?

“Where are you going?” Drake blocked me at the bottom of the staircase.

“Nowhere.”

“Bullshit.”

“Move, Drake.”

“Should I be concerned?” He gave a pointed look at my gun holster. “Not like you to head out with weapons.”

“Not any of your business, little brother.” I pushed past him. I needed to throw my energy into something else instead of wasting it on a pathetic little sex tease.

I could feel Drake’s eyes on me as I walked out the front door. I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. I was in the mood for fucking some shit up, but it seemed like my getaway wasn’t going to be as smooth as I’d hoped. I didn’t like awkward situations and usually avoided them at all costs. But seeing Abby’s car pull up behind my bike, I knew I couldn’t avoid this one.

Abby slowly got out of her car. I tried to ignore her and headed for my bike.

“Going out?”

I turned my head to look back at her. “Yep.”

Closing her car door, she leaned against it. “Kade, we need to talk.”

“Got nothing to say.” It was the truth now. I had shit to say to her and had been trying to tell her for the past week. Now she was ready to talk, so we should? Fuck that.

“I’m sorry for freaking out.”

She continued the conversation, even though I didn’t want any part of it.

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