“You’d let me live with you?” She seemed confused by my offer.
“It’s the least I can do since I took you to a drug house today.” I did my best to bite back my smile.
The corners of her lips twitched at my words. “You do owe me.”
“I pay my debts, hummingbird.”
We stared at one another for a moment.
“May I text you?” I asked, my voice soft. I’d never asked a woman if I could text her. In fact, I’d never met a woman I wanted to waste the time doing that stuff with.
She nodded, her eyes widening. “Um, yes. Yeah. I-If you want.”
“I do,” I said immediately, pulling out my phone. “I want to make sure you’re safe.”
She rattled her number off to me as I put the digits into my phone.
“Thank you. Again,” she said. “Even though it was weird.”
I laughed at that. “You only made it weirder.”
Her eyes brightened, and she gave me the most beautiful smile.
“I’m only getting started.” She opened the door and stepped inside, giving me a coy smile before she closed it.
I stood staring at the door, unable to keep the smile off my damn face. It took me a moment, but I eventually went back to the SUV and slid into the backseat.
“You’re asking for trouble,” Frank commented.
“It’s the only thing I know how to deal with,” I muttered as I pulled my phone out and sent a message to Rosalie, feeling braver than I’d ever felt with a woman.
Klaus: Do you miss me yet?
Rosalie: How can I miss you if you won’t go away?
I grinned at her response.
Klaus: I’m your new sickness, hummingbird. Call me Klaus-itis.
Rosalie: You’re an inflammation? That explains some lingering pain in my butt…
I laughed loudly, earning another disapproving stare from Frank.
Klaus: You would be a pain in my ass if I let you stay in that apartment. Come stay with me.
Rosalie: Mm, I’ll think about it.
Klaus: And I’ll keep asking.
She sent me a winky face, and I smiled wider before darkening my screen and looking out the window at the passing city.
If shit went south with this, I’d blame Sylar.
It was his fault I walked into that damn diner in the first place. In fact, I could trace all our current problems back to him.
I glanced at Frank. If Sylar were anything like his father, he could take a hit and know it was coming. That made me smile. I really wanted to punch them both in the face to check how good they really were at making predictions.
If that made me an asshole, so be it.
