Bruno growled and I pushed her away roughly.
Since Christmas, I’d tried futilely to avoid her. But the girl kept showing up everywhere. Last night, after I left Lee’s room, I’d received a call about an emergency at the hotel, except it hadn’t been so much an emergency, as another one of Rachel’s very crazy-very naked- attempts at winning me back.
I’d arrived at my office, late, last night; only to find her draped over my desk, butt-naked, and that hadn’t been the first time either.
Last week, Linda, my hotel manager, had endured the same ordeal when she’d gone out to get some paperwork from my truck.
Rachel needed to see someone. This was getting too fucking creepy.
“Good, you’re back. We need to talk.” she purred, then turned on the heels of her thigh high boots and marched into my house, her skinny ass swaying, in what had to be the most indecently skimpy white dress I’d seen a girl wear, on a Saturday morning in February.
I shook my head, and followed her inside, but the damn dog pulled on his leash.
Bruno broke away from me and ran towards my truck. I glanced back at him. He was sitting beside the truck, yowling. Fucking coward.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded stepping inside and closing the door behind me. I could hear the violent tone in my voice. Her eyes widened in surprise. “This has to stop Rachel. This is bordering on harassment. I could have you arrested for this. After the stunt you pulled last night, I should have you arrested.”
She had some nerve showing up at my house, and the only reason I hadn’t had her ass hauled off by the cops, was my very strong suspicion that the girl was mentally ill.
“I’m not here to fight with you, Kyle,” she said petulantly.
Yeah, I seriously doubted that. But I refrained from telling her that as she continued spinning her yarn of lies.
“I came to apologize to you,” she said. “And to tell you what I’ve heard about your little southern belle.”
Oh, this was going to be good.
“What could you possibly tell me about Lee, that I don’t already know?”
She smiled and hiked herself onto the table, spreading her legs, wide enough to give me a clear view of her bikini-wax. “I could start by telling you where she is right now?”
I shook my head, and focused on her face. “I know where she is, Rachel. She’s in bed, resting. Now, if you value your freedom, you will get the fuck out of my house.”
She smirked as she trailed her red-painted fingernails up the inside of her thigh.
“Oh, of course, well I must have misheard things.” She hopped down and strutted over to me. I stepped sideways before she could touch me.
“Give us another try, Kyle. Please.”
I gaped at her, and moved to the other side of the table to put some space between us.
“Are you kidding me?” I looked at her face and paled. “Oh my god, you’re serious.”
Rachel was unleashing a whole new brand of crazy. She should bottle that shit up, she’d make a fortune; eau de delusional.
“Just think about it,” she said, prowling towards me. “We were good together once.”
I flicked her hands off my chest in disgust.
“Which part? The part where you were slapping the shit out of me? Or the part where you were blackmailing me? Because, let me tell you, none of that was particularly good for me, Rachel.”
I strode out of the kitchen and opened the front door. “Now, this is the last time I’m gonna say it; get out. Go and get yourself some help, hell, send me the bill, but don’t step foot on my property again.”
I held the door open widely, and thanked Jesus, that she got the hint.
Brushing past me, she paused in the doorway.
“Just think about it,” she crooned, before kissing my cheek.
Sweet Jesus, she was insane.
I pulled away quickly and watched as Rachel pranced down the driveway.
Leaving the door open, I ran upstairs to check on Lee, praying to god that she slept through that.
I opened her door quietly, her bed was empty. Shit.
“Lee?”
Running downstairs, I whistled Bruno inside. “Come on dude.”
Lee’s stubborn old dog wouldn’t budge from the truck.
Goddammit.
I stormed over to get him.
“What the hell is up with you today?” I muttered, my last few words trailed off when I noticed the tiny figure, with a head of brown curls, hunched inside of my truck.
Aw hell.
****
Lee
Okay, so storming out of my own house probably wasn’t my smartest move ever, especially when I was barefoot, and wearing nothing but a t-shirt.
But I hadn’t, for one moment, forgotten what Rachel was capable of, and I had a baby to protect.