“Normal is overrated. None of us are normal here.”
She snorted. That was true.
A wicked look filled his face. “And this just means that we’re going to be touching you. A lot.”
Dear Lord.
That sounded like complete and utter torture!
But definitely the good kind.
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The door to the small dining area opened and Jared strode in, looking far too satisfied with himself.
“Where’s Angie?” North asked.
Fuck.
What was this? Concern?
He didn’t like having feelings.
“She’s having a shower, then coming down.” Jared sat and stared at the door. “I’ll give her five more minutes before I go up and get her. You made this?”
Rex had a doctor’s appointment this morning and he wouldn’t be back for another few hours.
He shrugged. “Yeah, looks okay but it might taste terrible.”
North plated some food for Angie, then for himself. If he or Jared didn’t put food on her plate, she’d take next to nothing for herself.
And that pissed him off.
So many things about her made him feel. It was infuriating.
Jared stood. “Her five minutes are up.” His phone rang and he frowned as he checked it.
“Want me to go get her?” North asked.
Fuck.
Why did he offer to do that?
“Yeah, thanks.”
North nodded and left, heading up the stairs to her room. He knocked on the door.
No answer.
With a sigh, he opened it, hoping that she hadn’t done a runner on them. She walked out of the bathroom with a startled cry at the same time that he stepped into the room.
“Oh my God. You scared me.” She put her hand on her chest. “You guys have really got to start knocking.”
“I did knock,” he pointed out.
“Oh, I guess I didn’t hear it.”
He ran his gaze over her. She was wearing a pair of black, tight pants and an oversized green sweater that was backward and inside out.
