More of Us ( A Love You More Rock Star Romance #3) - Laura Pavlov Page 0,69

He moved to the bedroom like someone just told him the house was on fire.

“What? What are you talking about? I didn’t tell you because it was nothing. I saw a guy that resembled him.”

His fingers moved across his phone screen as he typed out a text to someone before tossing his phone on the bed.

“You wouldn’t have asked me about where he was if you didn’t think it was him. Fuck. I should have trusted my instincts. I knew something was up that day.” He reached for his phone again when it vibrated on the mattress and read his screen.

“You’re acting insane. I don’t think it was him. It was getting dark. The guy had on a hoodie. He was just tall and thin, and it made me think of Dex. But Dex is in rehab in California, so it’s not him,” I said, placing a hand on his forearm to calm him down.

He dropped to sit on the bed and pulled me on his lap. “And what was the guy doing? When you saw him?”

“I don’t know? Being a slacker. That’s why I noticed him. He was just standing by the Fine Arts building. He didn’t look threatening or anything. He just stood out because everyone was moving around him. It was no big deal. I shouldn’t have mentioned it,” I said, running my fingers through his over-grown, messy hair and brushing it away from his beautiful face.

“Being a fucking slacker? Sounds like he was stalking you. Are you kidding me? Baby, you’ve got to be smarter than that. The dude attacked you. He doesn’t get to be anywhere in your fucking vicinity.”

I pushed to my feet. “Don’t treat me like a child. I can take care of myself, Cruz. I spent three months in Honduras and did just fine. And I’ve survived plenty in my life, so don’t act like I’m some fragile little girl.”

He pushed to his feet and looked down at me, his face hard. “Then don’t act like one. You’re smarter than that.”

I marched to my desk and reached for my purse, before pulling out my keychain. “Don’t make me pepper spray you, you arrogant ass. I always have this on me. I can take care of myself.”

He walked toward me and wrapped his long fingers around my wrist. “Put that down.”

“Say you’re sorry,” I said, using my free hand to tighten the towel around my chest.

He reached over and tugged my towel free. It fell to the ground in a heap at my feet. “I’m sorry you’re upset. I’m not sorry that I worry about your safety.”

I huffed and reached down on the ground to pick up my towel. He knocked it out of my hand again and lifted my chin to meet his gaze.

“What?” I snarled. “I’m not talking about this while I’m naked and you’re covered.”

He yanked his towel free and pulled me against his body. My heart raced as his warmth heated my skin. “Drop the pepper spray, baby.”

I tossed it on the desk. “Happy?”

“I’m happy when you’re safe.” His gaze locked with mine. “Jade, you know we have security for Exiled. You’ve seen what can happen when we don’t. Why would I treat the most important person in my life any differently?”

I let out a long breath and wrapped my arms around his middle. “I’m ninety-nine percent sure it wasn’t Dex. You’re overreacting.”

“Maybe. But that’s not a chance I’m willing to take. The last time I let my guard down where you were concerned, I almost lost everything.” He reached down and grasped my fingers and ran them along his tattoo. “Never again.”

“So, you don’t think I can take care of myself?”

“Not when you don’t know what you’re up against. No.”

I rolled my eyes. “I disagree.”

“Shocker.” He laughed.

I pushed up on my tiptoes and kissed him. I needed to end this ridiculous conversation, and I didn’t want our last few hours to be spent arguing over Dex.

“I love you, Cruz Winslow,” I said as I pulled away and looked up at