Page 15 of Lords of Misrule
“We won’t. But we need each other. That should be enough for the time being.”
“This is insane…” she mutters, shaking her head and staring out the window.
“It’s where we are.”
“Okay. I guess… Okay.”
“Get your shit packed. You move tomorrow. I’ll send Finn to help.”
“Tomorrow?”
“You want to wait and see if that cop shows up first or you want to get these paintings?”
She makes a face but nods her acquiescence.
“Good. Now I’ve gotta go back in before your coworker thinks I dined and dashed and calls the cops on me.”
“I’ll go in with you and explain. She won’t call the cops. She was gushing over how hot you were.”
“So I could make it up to her with a quick fuck break in my car?” I smirk. I don’t mean it. I say it to see her reaction, and the flash of her green eyes over me as she throws open her door tells me all I need to know. Now I just have to hope I can handle her being under the same roof.
Seven
Finn
“She’s moving in tomorrow,” Rowan says as he puts the bags of takeout on the table for us.
“Who’s moving in tomorrow?” Hudson asks as he grabs some forks from the drawer.
“The would-be damsel in distress with the gun fetish.”
“Charlotte?” I ask, suddenly interested in this development.
“Yes,Charlotte.” He says her full name like it’s interesting and offensive all at the same time.
“The girl who wanted to shoot you is moving in with us?” Hudson’s tone is incredulous.
“We need her, and it turns out she needs us.”
“What do you mean she needs us?” I frown as I open some of the boxes and Hudson starts distributing the food on our plates.
“I went to check up on her today—”
“Stalk her, you mean,” Hudson interrupts and smirks at me, knowing he’ll rile Rowan.
“Do the research you claim you couldn’t do.” Rowan levels him with a look. “And she got attacked out in the parking lot by a fucking asshole cop.”
“Attacked?” My heart sinks. Charlotte might have played the badass the other night but as long as I’ve known her, she’s always been the sweet quiet one. The idea of her being attacked in a parking lot sends a chill down my spine and makes me want to beat someone’s ass.
“Please don’t tell me you got in a fight with a cop.” Hudson frowns.
“No. He was gone by the time I got to her. But her story’s a lot more complicated than I would have guessed.” Rowan scoots a couple of beers across the table before he opens his own and grabs a piece of pie he brought back for himself out of the bag.
“Meaning?” I ask.
“She needs the money too. Owes the cop thanks to her brother and whatever he was involved in.”
“Why is that not the brother’s problem?” Hudson asks before he bites into his burger.
