Page 50 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
“What’s wrong? Who’s in here?”
“Are you crazy? I’m in here.”
“You screamed. Where’s the threat?’
“You, you idiot!”
It took a moment for her words to fully sink in.
Me?
I was not threat to her.
Well, I knew that at least. After my outburst this morning, and now this, she probably thought I was unstable or something.
My heart was racing as I sucked in deep breaths trying to calm down.
She was here.
She hadn’t left.
“I thought you said you were leaving,” I snapped.
Why was I snapping at her? I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t seem to stop it.
“I thoughtyouwere leaving,” she countered.
“I am leaving.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
We were screaming at each other at the top of our lungs. I was grateful Ollie and Peyton weren’t home to witness it.
I turned on her needing to look her in the face.
“Getting my shit. This is my room. I think you’re meant to be in my brother’s.”
She cringed and the fight fled from her.
“I didn’t know. I swear. I hated staying in there. I didn’t sleep well at all.”
“You were wearing his shirt.”
She blushed. “I don’t have many clothes. It was just an attempt to try to get comfortable.”
“You carried his scent.”
“I know. It was pretty awful actually. I had to take a shower and. . .”
She abruptly stopped talking as she glanced back at the bed—my bed.
“And what?” I pressed.
“Nothing.”
She chewed on her lower lip uncomfortably.
“Peyton said since you were moving out, that I could stay in here and Kenneth could have his room back.”
