His jaw clenched.They were going to have to get past that little rub and soon.
Roxie eyed him carefully.“You don’t like me much, do you, Hatchet Man?”
“I sense the feeling’s mutual, Evil Twin.”
Her brow lifted.“I like the sound of that.”
She would.
“I don’t know you,” he said flatly.“And neither does she.”
God help her, Lexie didn’t have the self-preservation instincts of a bunny rabbit, except when it came to him.From what he could tell, she took arrows from the Underhills every day, and she’d fallen for this sister the moment they’d made contact.
He wasn’t as trusting.Put him solidly in the nurture camp.
He’d seen Roxie’s face as Lexie had checked out her apartment.She knew they’d led very different lives.He’d lay odds that she’d already calculated the value of Lexie’s fancy shoes and designer purse.Call him cynical, but he wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to cash in on the game.
“You’re worried I’ll hurt her,” Roxie said bluntly.
“Not really, because I won’t let you.”He didn’t know anything about this woman, other than she was a dead ringer for the one who kept him up nights, but he knew her kind.She had not only the self-preservation instincts of a rabbit, she had the instincts of a tigress.She watched out for Roxie and nobody else.He could see it in the way she moved.He could hear it in the tone of her voice.
She wasn’t a woman to be messed with.
And he wasn’t a man who played games.
The toilet flushed, and there was the sound of the faucet running in the other room.Roxie wandered closer, resting her hand on the doorjamb.“There’s a new toothbrush in the top drawer and mouthwash underneath the sink.”
The only response she got was a groan.
Cam wrapped his fingers around the doorknob.“I’ll take care of her.”
Roxie scowled.“I’m not leaving her to you.”
“The couch is closer to the bathroom.”
“The bed is more comfortable.”
Cam caught the woman’s chin, surprising her.She was tough, but even strong women had their limits—and he did admire her strength.“You’ve had a hell of a day yourself.Just how bad is that headache?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she slowly pulled away.“Somewhere between an axe and a drill.”
“Go sleep it off, Roxie.She’ll be here in the morning.”He glanced at the bathroom door.“In worse shape, but here.”
For a solid minute, she stood watching him.
“Go,” he said.“I won’t hurt her, either.”
He didn’t know who was more surprised when she obeyed.She’d taken two steps before she stiffened and looked back over her shoulder.Her lips flattened.“Hatchet.”
“Your Evilness.”
Moving a bit more gingerly, she returned to the bedroom.She left the door open, and eventually he heard the squeak of the mattress.
Letting out a long breath, Cam stared at the bathroom door.Just how much had these two had to drink?Too much, but he couldn’t really blame them.If he came face-to-face with himself, he’d probably imbibe a little too.
He heard water running again, and he knocked softly.There was no answer.
One thing about Roxie, she called them like she saw them.Lexie would want to be alone.She had a thing about control, about always presenting the perfect picture.She was at her most vulnerable right now, and she didn’t really know either of them.
