“If Grant didn’t think they’d do the right thing, he wouldn’t let Ghost take him.”
“Are you sure? He was ready to kill Evan when he tried to attack me.”
“My brother would do anything to defend you, but he also knows Evan has been hurt and needs help. Grant can be vicious when he needs to be, but he’s kinder than he lets on.”
“I know.” I put the spray cleaner down and headed for the door.
“Do you love him?”
I stumbled and turned back to face Rogue. “Love Grant?”
“Yes. Is it so farfetched to think you would?”
“No, I… Yes, I love him.”
“Have you told him?”
I shook my head. “He’s given me so much. I don’t need to burden him with—”
“Whoa. Love isn’t a burden, or at least it doesn’t have to be.”
“It would be if Grant doesn’t feel the same way.”
“Do you think he doesn’t?”
Did I? “I don’t know.”
“What does your gut tell you?”
“That he’s the best thing that ever happened to me, and I should fight for him, but can we not talk about this now?”
Rogue smiled. “All right. Go on up. Should I tell Grant you’re waiting for him in bed?”
Heat filled my cheeks, and I flipped Rogue off even as I answered. “Yes.”
I showered, pulled on a pair of shorts, and ended up pacing the room instead of lying on the bed. Would Grant have time to talk when he got back? This was insane. Did I think I was a temptress waiting to seduce him? He knew I was his anytime and anywhere he wanted me.
A shout and a loud thump startled me. I rushed to the door. “Rogue?” No answer. “Rogue, are you okay?”
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Ro—” I froze, mouth open. The man coming up the stairs wasn’t Rogue. It was Trey, and he had a gun. His clothes were torn and rumpled. His hair was wild, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. I’d never seen him like that. Even drunk off his ass, he’d always remained polished—cold and heartless but polished.
“Jacob,” he hissed. “I knew you were here, you little slut.”
He took a step toward me. I tried to back into the room and shut the door in his face, but he managed to block me with his arm. I’d forgotten how strong he was, much more so than you’d think looking at him.
“You’re not getting away this time.” He aimed the gun at the center of my chest. “This time when I leave, you won’t be able to run anymore. You’ll be dead.”
27
GRANT
Iwas approaching the house when Rogue stumbled out the door and collapsed on the porch.
TJ was right behind me, and we both broke into a run.
I knelt by my brother, praying all the blood I saw was coming from a superficial wound.