“Yeah, when I first moved in with him, I had one for, uh, reasons.” She glanced away, looking slightly odd.
Why had Zander needed to track her? And why had he stopped?
“He should have never stopped,” North said.
“I don’t need to be tracked,” she huffed.
“Obviously, you do,” North told her dryly. “But it wouldn’t have mattered in this case because I’d have found it.”
“Careful, that arrogance will inflate your already oversized head,” she warned.
“It already has.”
“Huh?” she asked, obviously not understanding what “head” North was talking about.
Jared sighed,shaking his head in exasperation.
“Where is my handbag?” she asked. “And my phone?”
“Safe,” North replied.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
North raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you trust me?”
She made a scoffing noise. “Do I look like an idiot?”
“You do not,” Jared said firmly. “And I won’t hear you say that you do.”
“I wasn’t saying that,” she told him. “I also know that I’m not the smartest tool in the shed.”
“That sounds very much like you putting yourself down again,” Jared warned.
“It’s not putting yourself down if it’s the truth. It’s self-awareness.”
“It’s naughty. When you’re under my roof, you obey my rules and there are always consequences for breaking them. Understand?”
“But I don’t want to be under your roof.”
Fuck. He didn’t like hearing that. Even if he knew why she was saying it. And couldn’t blame her for it.
“Doesn’t matter. My house. My rules. My consequences.”
22
Jared couldn’t be serious.
He wanted to lay down some rules and consequences because she was under his roof when she wasn’t there voluntarily?
The guy was nuts.
They both were.
Remember, you should play along. Lull them into a false sense of security.
Make them think you want to be here and then run!
How to do that without making them suspicious of her, though?
