“…that’s a whole lot of nothing on my part.”
“Exactly. Just walk in and pretend it never happened. The sitcom remedy.” She laughs again.
“Yeah, I don’t know. Do you really think—”
I don’t get to finish.
A shadow bursts from the trees, large and blurred, yet shaped too much like a man.
He nearly smacks into the front of my car, the silhouette bright and unmistakable for a split second against the dark horizon.
I scream.
A heartbeat later, he’s gone.
The darkness swallows him like he never existed.
“Holy shitballs!” I spit the words as I lock the car pathetically.
He’s gone, he’s gone—but just gone from sight.
With my hands shaking, I put the car in Reverse and back out so fast my wheels kick up stray rocks.
Did that just happen?
But it did.
It was a man.
An intruder, illuminated in the headlights.
He came charging at me, straight past my window.
“Margot? Gigi, are you there?” Hattie’s worried voice floats up from the floor where I dropped my phone. “What’s going on?”
I need a few panicked seconds to catch my breath.
A sob rattles my chest.
“H-Hattie, I should go,” I strangle out. “Someone’s here who shouldn’t be… and I think they were watching me.”
8
HOUSE RULES (KANE)
I’m convinced I need a muzzle.
No bad-mannered mutt ever did worse than the shit I pulled.
Yes, I expected pure torture from the moment we met, but I never thought it would go down like this.
I never thought I’d let one charged kiss melt my brain like an ice cream cone dropped on a sidewalk in July.
I’ve barely finished cleaning up dinner—left a plate for her in the microwave again, if she comes back—when Margot bursts through the door.
Blue eyes wide, blonde hair whipping around her face, and that gorgeous face—
She’s gone bone-white.
